Sunday morning: He seemed normal. He woke up happy, wanted to eat. Ate. Threw up the first time.
Sunday: Slept and threw up the whole day. If he wasn't sleeping, he was throwing up. We assumed he had the flu and just made him rest for the day.
Sunday evening: Nothing left in his system. Dry heaving. Really paste-like puke. Disgusting and couldn't have been pleasant coming up. He was crying a lot, seemed to be in pain. Very lethargic. Staring off in to space.
Sunday night: Woke up about 4 times with him. He needs mom to vomit.
Monday morning: Seemed much better. He was a little more active wanted to eat. GREAT!
Monday morning--20 minutes later: Puking. Everywhere. Again.
Monday: Every hour to two hours. Keeping nothing down. Very lethargic. More staring off in to space. It freaked me out a little bit. I've never, ever, seen him this way.
Monday early afternoon: Took him to the doctor. The doctor was worried because he looked dry. He was extremely dehydrated. They gave him a phenegrin suppository to help with nausea. Immediately he seemed better.
Monday afternoon: We went up to Primary Children's. He had blood work drawn and showed more energy in those couple minutes than he had in two days. He kicked the crap out of her, all the while she was drawing his blood. Chest x-ray to rule out pneumonia. (I guess I should also say Tadd has a respiratory infection. Kade has a nasty cough. There was reason for the x-ray.)
Monday...later afternoon: He throws up again. Crap.
Monday....even later afternoon: We were advised by the earlier doctor to take him to the emergency room if the phenegrin suppository didn't help. Well it didn't.
Monday evening: Called our home teacher to come assist Aaron in giving Kade a Priesthood blessing. It was perfect.
Monday night: Took Kade into the ER. Tadd to our home teacher's home. Our home teacher, whose wife happens to be my visiting teaching companion. They rock. Tadd spent the night there.
We got to the ER at 9 pm.
1030 pm: They started an IV. It took 5 of us to hold him down.
At 1130 pm, after the billionth time telling the doctors and nurses what was going on, they told us he might need to be admitted and watched over night.
1200 midnight: I told my visiting teaching companion we probably wouldn't be able to pick Tadd up until the morning. She said not to worry, just focus on Kade. Seriously, she rocks.
0130: Kade is given morphine to help with pain. He hadn't stopped crying since his IV was put in.
0230: Kade has an x-ray of his stomach. Images show that he is very constipated. Made perfect sense, he hadn't had a bowel movement since Saturday.
0300: They tell us they're going to take us to our room.
0330: We are on the pediatric floor in the hospital. They're wheeling a now passed out Kade in an over-sized bed to his room.
0335: Paperwork begins and the nurse goes over everything. Very, very thoroughly. It's ok. It's better that way.
0340: The doctor on call comes in to tell us that Kade has some sort of intestinal infection. They're going to fix it.
0430: We go to sleep.
This morning, he threw up again. The doctor said he can't go home until he can keep stuff down on his own. Because he's throwing up, he was told he can not leave his room and walk around the halls or go to the playroom. Hence the title of this post. It feels like we've been quarantined. Now, he's sleeping.