Ok, here's the story. I got sick. That's right, not the little baby spit up kind, but the big girl heaving kind. It was just me and mommy (around 6:30 pm) and she froze, so I had no choice but to puke all over her and the carpet (unfortunately we were in my room). We got all cleaned up and calmed down (thanks to our neighbor Amanda for coming over and helping) and I was a happy camper, crawling and laughing like normal so mom thought it would be okay to give me my bedtime bottle. Guess what happened next? Yup, out it came (and then some) all over mommy (again) and her bed. I know you're wondering why didn't she run to the bathroom or grab something for me to puke in? Please, cut her a little slack, it was her first experience with her baby barfing. Then daddy came home, mom told him but I don't think he quite got it. So I went to bed and the dry heaves began. Daddy freaked! We called the on call doctor (didn't call back) and we called Grandma Mary (she rushed right over). I was still heaving so off we go to the ER (9:30pm).
Well they don't mess around when it comes to babies, so they put in an IV and took blood. In the end momma says it was the most expensive bottle of Pedilyte ever. So after the magic of some anti nausea medicine and Pedilyte we were sent home (2:00 am).
So we are home today resting and snuggling.
Please keep in your prayers the little babies in the ER with me last night that didn't have such an easy recovery/solution. There was a little baby there who was going to Heaven...
Lots of love, and promises to stay away from the germies better! I'm still blaming mommy's fifth graders.
Love,
MaryAnna Mae
