If you're my friend on Facebook, you probably know that she was there. You also may have noticed that I left out some major holes in between these two pictures:
To make a super long story short: She had (has?) the flu.
If you enjoy long stories, here are the deets: It started Thursday evening with a fever, diarrhea, vomiting, achiness, the whole 9 yards. Friday was 24 straight hours of agony. Hell. She cried for 12 hours. I have been known to exaggerate a thing or two but this time I promise I'm not. She cried non-frickin-stop for 12 hours and I cried for many of those hours as well. She blew chunks every time I gave her Tylenol and she drank nothing all day. We went to the doc friday evening and was sent home with instructions to give her pedialyte. Oh wow, I didn't even think of that!!! Umm, just kidding. I've been trying all day. She was so tired from crying and not sleeping Friday that she slept all night! Hallelujah. Saturday should be an upward climb! She woke up refreshed and drank 2 oz. of water and 4 oz. of formula. Even had a slight wet diaper. Amen! This day is looking up.
Kidding again! I dropped this sickling off with the best grandma in the world and headed to Holly's last dance competition while my boys were in Kearney, NE for the state Destination Imagination competition. 5 hours later, Jim Flowers informs us that we are probably going to die in a tornado, my boys are driving in it with 2 hours to go, and my baby hasn't moved, drank, ate, peed, or slept. Time for the ER? You better believe it! Meanwhile, Spiders took 1st overall at the dance Competition, and the Cappuccinos took 5th at state. Well done Cobb kids.
Gage made it home safe and we flew off to Children's Hospital with the sickest baby I've ever had.
*Breaking news from Debbie Downer: approximately 49,000 people die each year from the flu.
|Getting some quick shut-eye in the ER|
Stella cried in the ER pretty much the whole time. Gage filled out all the paper work which might not have been the best idea. When asked if your child has a nickname, he wrote "Punkie Wunkie." Once we settled into room 409, the night sucked just a little more. She would have been perfectly happy if we set flames to that "crib" in her room. It worked out great that Stella wanted to be held because they make it pretty much impossible to sleep with a plastic couch and "recliner" that sounds like nails on a chalkboard every time it rocks. It's probably because trips to the ER are super cheap and the hospital can't afford to get nicer furniture. That makes sense.
|This happened every 4 painful hours. She did, however, get lots of compliments on her always painted piggies|
|10pm: drinking a bottle for the first time all day! Yay, Stella! |
|The only way she would sleep was if we were holding her. Poor poor baby. :(|
|One more shot of her cute pigs and that pesky ankle bracelet.|
After an extremely sleepless night, Stella looked like death warmed over. Her sibs and G&G came to visit which made her happy. We waited for the doc to release her so we could get this poor
|Day 2: Can she look more pathetic?|
|Bro and Sis were worried about their little Punkie Wunkie|
Grandma had to explain to a very worried Sammy and Holly what dehydration was. Needless to say, they have been waterlogged for the last 24 hours.
|Another owie! Our release hinges on the results of that finger prick! (It was good news)|
|It just looked too tempting. I'm glad someone enjoyed that prison.|
|She acted like her hand was broken and she wouldn't touch anything with the IV. This is her drinking a tiny infant bottle with her "good hand."|
|Eating some snacks. Starting to feel better, just crazy tired. At least she rocked those scrubs.|
|The nurses at Children's were like angels. They brought her some toys to play with. :)|
|Going home baby! She even cracked a smile for that one! And look...she got her hand back!|
Thanks to everyone for all your Facebooking and Texting. We were feeling the love. That was one crazy