Cordon was on the toilet (he's potty trained now yippe!!!) and suddenly yelled "mom, my tummy hurts." I blew him off and told him it was because he was hungry and dinner was going to be soon. Then I heard a cough and a splat. I quickly cleaned things up since we had company due any minute, but things very quickly went down hill from there. Every 20 min he would throw up. These weren't just a simple throw up then go about your day, these were full body spasms that would leave him sweating and gasping for air. He had no other symptoms and between throwing up he was up playing and acting as though nothing happened. Eventually it started to drain him and after another spell he collapsed on me and I couldn't wake him up. That is something I hope to never experience again. It wasn't until I stripped him down in a cold room that he finally opened his eyes again. After talking to the pediatrician and more throw up I bundled him up and took him to the E.R. Chris called a friend who dropped everything and came over to help with a blessing. It is such a blessing to have the priesthood in our home and to have good friends that we can call on when needed. We got to the E.R and the receptionist handed us a bucket and told us to wait. Sitting in an ER waiting room, in the ghetto, at 11pm is quite the experience. The guy next to us talked to himself and rocked back and forth the entire time we were there. Fortunately we only had to wait about 30 min, which is good, because every time Cordon threw up in that bucket people would slowly inch away from us and at the time it was really bothering me. I probably would have done the same thing, but I was stressed and worried and having people give you dirty looks and inch away was not what I needed right then. Although, during one of Cordons spells a lady walked over and handed me a box of Kleenex to wipe his mouth. I wanted to hug that women. It's amazing how far a simple act of kindness can go.
After checking him over, the Dr. decided to try some medicine first before they hooked him up to IV's, which I was glad about. He threw up the first one but kept the second one down and it finally settled his stomach enough that he threw up every 45 min instead of every 20 and that was enough to keep him hydrated. At 1 am he was still throwing up but doing better so I decided to take him home so he could sleep. I slept on his floor that night and even though he squirmed and moaned and coughed the rest of the night he didn't throw up again.
The pediatrician told me that if a child goes 8 hours without going to the bathroom then they are considered dehydrated and should get an IV. He went 15 hours without going to the bathroom. It took him a week until he was completely back to normal. The first two days he watched movies or slept and had no energy. He would try to get up to play with toys then just lay down until I came and carried him back to the couch. It was so sad to see him like that. Although, I did get some good cuddle time with him. The Dr. thinks it was just some virus but the fact that he had no other symptoms and no one else got it, I think it was something he ate. I'm so grateful to have my healthy boy back and for modern medicine, and insurance.
