I had my week planned out perfectly. Silly me. Having kids means you have to expect the unexpected.
Saturday we visited our favorite place- the Monterey Bay Aquarium. More on that later. Sunday I woke up feeling very ill- you know the nauseated kind of ill. Didn't eat all day for fear of getting sick. Monday morning started feeling better. Then my daughter threw up her breakfast. She couldn't keep anything down, including water.
Called her pediatrician because she's under 2yrs and worried about dehydration. Got the instructions about gatorade/pedialyte. By the evening she seemed better. Then that night and the next morning she started again. Went in to see the Dr. She seemed fine, sent home with more instructions. She did better again all day, keeping her green gatorade down. Then Wed morning she started up again. The Dr decided we better do some lab work make sure she was ok. Went in to see him that afternoon and get the results. According to the blood test results she was nearly completely dry. The Dr was surprised as usually a child that bad is lethargic and here my daughter was still alert. So off to the emergency room we were sent so she could get fluids through an IV.
My poor baby was poked and poked and poked. It took them 45 minutes to decide that they needed to get someone that was "great" at getting a line started. This other "great" person came in and got the line and everything done in under 5min. Seriously people, shouldn't we have started with the "great" person when dealing with a 21 month old who's dehydrated?
So last Thursday and Friday was all about recovery and getting Elaria to start eating again. Please let's never go through that again.