One Rough Weekend

We have a sick little boy at the Collett house. Jack started feeling bad Wednesday night- he refused to finish a bottle and acted cranky. By Thursday evening, he was throwing up and continued to do so all day Friday. Thank goodness Tony was off work and Durinda could come in to watch Harper. Tony took Jack to see our pediatrician and he was diagnosed with the first stages of a stomach bug- we have been living out the middle and, hopefully, later stages of said bug all weekend.

Friday Jack kept one bottle down because he fell asleep while eating and was too sleepy to throw up. Saturday he threw up every bottle, all of the Pedialyte, and cried out in pain. We decided to take him to the emergency room Saturday evening because we thought he might be on the verge of dehydration. We got to the ER about 6:15 and finally made it home around 9. The nurses were great and Jack was given some medicine to help with the stomach cramps and they fed him some Pedialyte via syringe. Jack drank it like it was going out of style and cried when the syringe was empty. We spent 20 mintues getting two ounces into him and when we got him home we gave him four more ounces throughout the night.

I don't know what I was thinking, but I expected Jack to feel so much better this morning- that was not the case. He has spent the day laying on me or Tony or sleeping in his crib. I managed to get a giggle out of him this afternoon and Tony got a smile from him, but he's been pretty lethargic. We are slowly introducing some formula to the mix, so I hope that will give him a little more energy.

Harper, on the other hand, has been moving around the house all weekend. Tony and I took turns watching her climb and explore. I am amazed at the things she picks up on. Tony was cleaning off toys and put one up on the mantle; Harper crawled straight to the hearth and stared up at the toy, then she tried to pull her leg up to climb onto the hearth. She also crawled over to Abby and made a very loud "barking" noise (not a squeal like she normally does and not a noise I've heard her make before).  She sounded like a little dog barking and it scared Abby who quickly scrambled to her feet.

Harper also went through the clothes bag that Aunt J sent us. She was very fond of this hat and looked super cute sporting it all morning. I hope that Harper doesn't get Jack's tummy bug (which I have also managed to pick up-ugh). Please say a prayer that Harper stays healthy; we don't know what a stomach bug like this would do to her eating progress.


I will update again when our house comes out of the "sick zone"; here's hoping that is sooner rather than later.