I am going to write this for Michelle. She is sleeping on the couch right now, and I think I am the only one left in this family that doesn't seem to being feeling completely exhausted these days. This story began Sunday evening. Mommy had gone to work, even though Michelle and I had discussed with her the multiple benefits of staying home with us. Michelle starting act a little uncomfortable, and it just went downhill from there. By the time Mommy had gotten home Daddy had resorted to giving Michelle only Pedialyte. But alas, it was too late. Michelle spent most of the night throwing up anything that entered her gastrointestinal system. By morning Mommy and Daddy looked like the cast from that new vampire movie that is all the rage, (something about evening, or maybe it was dusk, oh Twilight, that's it). Well, they hoped she had expelled whatever germy was causing Michelle so much discomfort and tried to finish a very important paper that Daddy had to get done for school. By noon it was obvious that she was only getting worse so they decided it was time to call the Peditrician. We got some medicine that was supposed to help with the continuous upchucking. That night was only slightly better since she was able to stop hurling, but she just laid in bed and moaned since her belly still HURT. Well Mommy called the Pediatrician first thing the next morning. We left that morning for a quick trip to the office, a couple diagnostic tests later Michelle laid in a hospital bed with tubes and wires everywhere. (Even more than our usual assortment.) With all her vomitting she had become very dehydrated and since she was really able to handle anything in her tummy they started and IV and gave her lots and lots and lots of fluid.
Thankfully by the next morning the fantastic crew of doctors and nurses had helped Michelle get better. And of course being the fantastic little brother that I am, I brought her in a balloon and present to help her feel better.
Well, this typing and posting has made me a little hungry and tired. So I better go do what I do best and that is eat and sleep.
5 comments:
Tell Michelle how sorry we are that she got so sick. We are so glad to hear that she is feeling better!
Ryker, I'm so glad to hear that you've been so good for your Mommy and Daddy. Stomach flu is the worst! It has run its way through our house this week as well. Miss Michelle, I'm glad you're starting to feel better!
Oh Michelle, my heart breaks to see you not feeling well. I hope that you continue getting better. Ella and Addi both send their hugs and kisses.
I sure am glad that you can spell all those big words maybe someday you will grow up to be a famous docter, then you can keep your big sister feeling better all the time. Love you all Grandpa.
I'm sorry she was sick. Hospitals stink. (We just got home from a stay . . .) Oh, I started your "pass it forward" gift. I am so excited about it!! It may be a couple months before it's acutally done, but at least I've started.
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