A Quick Stay At The Hospital

We had had a rather healthy year up to the end of September when a stomach bug hit. It hit Julia first and then Lucy got it. Sabrina never did, lucky duck. Julia was sick for about 3 days, but after that seemed to recover rather normally. On about day 3 of the illness for Lucy, I started to think that things were looking up, but then they really started to look down. Despite making her drink every 15 minutes, she dehydrated to the point where she couldn't even walk or stay awake on day 4. On day 5 I took her into the doctor (our first trip to this dr ever) where she threw up in the waiting room (they got us back to see a dr really quickly), fell asleep on the examination table, woke up briefly when the dr came in and threw up again...NICE. I had a nice cry with a nurse (whom I'd never met, mind you) who didn't seem to judge this crazy stranger bawling at her (still embarrassed about that). So the dr determined that Lucy was dehydrated enough that her sensitive stomach wouldn't let us hydrate her adequately at home; so we headed to the hospital for IV treatments for a night. Lucy was so weak that she didn't even wince when they put the IV in her hand. And if you know Lucy (who screams when a drop of water is on her pants), that's not normal. At about 1 AM, our old Lucy returned when she demanded string cheese and a white cupcake. We gave in on the "liquid diet" and let her have saltines. We came home the next day and by Sunday, her birthday, things were better. So thankful for modern medicine!