While I carried him around the house looking out the window and trying to distract him I threw some baby food and extra diapers in my bag and sort of changed out of my pjs. I didn't, unfortunately, get a chance to go to the bathroom, which made for a really rough ambulance ride.
When the EMTs arrived, James got so upset again that he didn't seem so bad, and all his vitals were normal. They asked if I even wanted to have him be seen or if I just wanted to take him to my pediatrician. I'm thinking they thought I was overreacting a bit. But, yeah, I opted for a ride to the Fauquier Hospital. I wasn't too keen on trying to drive with 2 kids down a road with no cell service while one was thinking about passing out; silly me. So off we went: James sitting on a gurney, me next to him, and Eve mostly safely strapped onto a bench in her car seat. I had flip flops. Neither kid had shoes. This was after I herded the 3 dogs into the house and said goodbye to the goats. Nuff said.
Fast forward a bit. We get to the hospital and they draw blood and run an IV. They did a great job but it was horrible, just horrible. Eventually he calmed down and fell asleep in my lap. Tom took eve for a drive to sleep and to get some food. We're freaking pros.
The blood work showed what we already knew. He was severely dehydrated. How he got that way so fast or why he got sick in the first place, I have no idea. But after some Zofran (anti nausea) and 2 fluid boluses, he was looking much better. The nurse practitioner was talking about sending us home which sort of sounded great and sort of mostly terrified us. You get a lot of funny looks when you resist leaving the hospital. And when she mentioned that insurance wouldn't clear keeping him without reason, we kind of laughed at her. I mean, I get it. But come on. It's pretty much cliche. Actually Tom really laughed at her. She didn't laugh. I'm not sure we can go back there.
But we did wait until James had eaten some crackers and held them down and then went home with the understanding as a family that if anything went wrong we would drive straight to UVA. I'd been in continued email contact with the GI office so I knew they'd be ready for us.
Fortunately, he's pretty much fine. Which is almost more mystifying, is it not? We stuck with clear liquids and some crackers and bread yesterday and are adding more foods back in today and tomorrow. And we are pushing the pedialyte hard. But he's great and happy and wild. And we have no idea. Again.
So keep him in your prayers if you can!
He's come a long way but we're not there yet!