Sick Boy

Jack's first guys' weekend away with Daddy and Grandpa Davis ended more abruptly than planned.  As the guys were walking into a restaurant for breakfast, Jack "lost his cookies" as Jason would say.  They thought maybe it was a fluke, so they sat down and gave him some soda crackers.  Unfortunately, those came right back up, too, so they headed home early.

The poor little guy had to ride close to 4 hours home, getting sick along the way.  We did finally get some soda crackers and pedialyte in him that night, which he held down.  We thought we were in the clear until he started back up at 5:00 the next morning.  After heaving 4-5 times, and not getting any fluids in him, he was completely wiped out.  When his eyes rolled back in his head and he went limp like a rag doll, I called our doctor who had me bring him in as soon as they opened. 

Thankfully our doctor recognized how bad he was and sent us to Helen DeVos Children's Hospital for fluids.  By the time we got there, all he could do was lay down.  Thankfully the pedialyte stayed down.

He was so tired that he actually fell asleep sucking on the sippy cup.  We found out that his sugar level was 54 (norm is 70-100) and his bi-carbonate level was a 9 (norm is 24), both of which attributed to his low energy.  He finally got hooked up to IV fluids, but b/c his bi-carb was so low they admitted him to pump him full of fluids overnight.

We have a beautiful new children's hospital, and the ER was amazing.  Unfortunately, though, there were a lot of sick kids in the hospital that day so we got admitted to the old children's hospital, part of Spectrum Butterworth Hospital.  We received very good care from all of our nurses and felt very comfy for being in the hospital.

During this time, Hannah was with us at the hospital as well.  We were sooooo grateful for our friend Kelli who works at the children's hospital.  She came to the ER before Jason got there and took Hannah for me so I could concentrate on Jack.  It was such a blessing to have her there and to know that Hannah was being well cared for.  We just can't thank her enough.

By the next morning, Jack had perked right back up to his normal self. 

We knew he was feeling better when he insisted on getting off the bed and started pulling at the IV.  Such a difference from the day before.  Turns out the doctors think he just had a very bad virus.  So scary.  I pray we never have to go through that again. 

We are so grateful for all of the prayers, phone calls, texts, e-mails, love, and support we received during our stay.  It was definitely a scary time, but we knew we were well loved and felt the prayer support.  Thank you so much!