the hospital cure

Dennis was so sick this morning that he actually asked to go to the hospital. I feared that we weren't, after all, going to escape the stomach virus. He had diarrhea a few times last night, and when he woke up this morning, he yelled "Mommy, I feel like I need to throw up!". No words could get me awake and out of bed faster than those. I flew to the bathroom, and just as I reached out to hold him, he grinned up at me and said "I'm just kidding!". He must have been. He never did vomit or even claim any nausea. He did have very bad stomach pain and horrible, frequent diarrhea, so off we went to the emergency room at his request. We were there over 3 hours, and he continued to be sick until they decided they wanted a sample. He was only able to provide them with a small one and then he downed a Pedialyte (slowly) and kept it down and felt GREAT. He danced all over the hospital room after that, happy to be feeling better, 100% different from the child I brought to the ER hours earlier. He asked everyone who passed if we could leave yet. They presume it's a virus that's running its course quickly, so he was prescribed rest and a liquid diet. He wasn't supposed to eat food, but I kept catching him doing just that, and he's had no more trouble today. In fact, he even played outside all afternoon. It's supposed to be nothing we can catch from him, but we'll have test results in several days that will let us know what it really was. It's just amazing to me how he went from completely pitiful to completely better while we were at the ER. He wasn't given any medication at all, just an electrolyte drink that had magic of some sort in it. I'm glad to have my Dennis back.

He's thankful for pigs and horses, he says. I'm thankful for his health!