So Sarah and I spent last evening in the ER of Children's Hospital. Not where I'd like to spend my Sunday evening, but, we all know that there are some unappealing clauses in the parenting contract.
Sarah is fine - she was just dehydrated after a day of vomiting, and needed some IV fluids. It never ceases to amaze me the change one little bag of saline can make. She went from walking dead to the life of the ER. Makes a good case for staying current on your water intake.
Anyway, after blood work and x-rays, the diagnosis was stomach flu. This was the conclusion that I had reached earlier in the day, resulting in the following conversation:
"I think you're going to be fine, honey. You just have a stomach bug."
"A stomach bug?"
"Yes, honey. You'll be sick today, but you will start to feel better soon."
"A stomach BUG? A BUG?"
A sinking feeling settles in... we've been down a similar path before. "No, honey, not a real bug. That's just an expression. It just means a germ that makes you get sick."
"I do not have a bug in my stomach?"
"No, no bug."
"It is a germ?"
"Yes, a germ that makes your tummy feel sick and you throw up."
"A bug is a germ?"
The conversation got really messy after that, and it took me a few more minutes to assure her that there were not insects in her abdomen. Sigh. Will I ever learn??
Anyway, not a great day... especially from my car's perspective. My poor Saab was on the receiving end of vomit in the morning, and pee in the evening on the way home from the hospital. Well, we were sent there because she wasn't urinating, so I guess the hospital can consider the visit a success. Me, I'm just glad I have leather seats, and lots of anti-bacterial wipes.
Just overheard: "Mom, I POOPED! I POOPED! Pooping makes me feel BETTER! The stomach bug is GONE!"
I sure hope so.
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