Very Very Very Brave!

This morning when I went to wake up Zoey, she wasn't herself. She woke up crying about her tummy hurting and wouldn't stop. She felt a little warm. Of course I was conflicted, because Zoey sometimes just wakes up a little crabby and then after a while is just fine. Today was the day we were suppose to go down to Rochester for the birthday parties. But I soon figured out that we would not be partying today. Zoey just kept persisting that she hurt and her temperature seemed high--so I took her to Urgent Care. Since I didn't really know what was hurting her, I wasn't sure what to tell the doctor. She was definitely sick, though. Her ears were fine, but her tummy was very hard. So she went for X-rays and we worked off the diagnosis that she was just a bit constipated. So she had an enema--poor baby. She was so good. The nurses told her exactly what was going to happen and Zoey would just whimper, "Ok." Then they needed a urine sample, so they tried the catheter. It was now that we realized that she was dehydrated--they couldn't even get a sample. So the doctor and nurses observed her for awhile after the enema and sent us home with these instructions: If she isn't back to her old self and playing by 3 or 4 pm take her to the emergency room.

So I took her home and napped with her in her bed--she was very hot and sleepy. She didn't want to do anything. When she woke up she was still in a lot of pain. Nana came over to take care of Zander while Tyler and I took Zoey to Children's Hospital. At the ER, everyone who looked at her could tell that she was sick--but really no one really new why. Her temperature was now 102 degrees. But other than the pain, she didn't have any other symptoms. So she had another x-ray, another urine test, and some blood tests taken AND was hooked up to an IV. By the end of our evening, the doctor said that Zoey has really puzzled him, but he is going to say that she has a virus (flu like) because she did finally vomit at the end.

In the car, on the way home, Zoey started to gain a little of her spirit back. She started to tell Tyler and I about her experience in the hospital. "I saw doctor. I very, very, very brave. There lots of people there." Then when Tyler and I stopped at the drive through for a late night dinner she wanted to order chicken nuggets--so I think we are on the road to recovery.

13 Stickers and a lolli-pop later, we are home now keeping a close eye on her. Zoey and I have spent 10 hours at the hospital and we are all tired. Nana and Poppa took Zander for the night so that Tyler, Zoey, and I can all get a good night's rest. THANK YOU!!!