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A Trip to the E.R....

Yes, the title isn't a joke. This morning around 8AM we found Lukka still asleep in his crib, surrounded by a yellow mucusy-drool all around him. We didn't know what it was, but figured since he was very stuffed up, maybe it was mucus mixed with drool as it seemed he'd left his mouth open last night. Feeding #1-vomit. Great...he hasn't done this since he was about 5 weeks old. Try again, feeding #2-vomit. This goes on and on (while on the phone with a nurse), every half hour or so after I feed him for roughly 3 minutes each. Stefan goes out and gets pedialite (now 10 AM) and after only sipping less than an ounce, throws up 3 times, and its now all yellow-stomach bile. He didn't ingest anything, so we don't know what it could be. I have never felt more scared and useless as when he was in my arms, drenched (I'm drenched) and his pale, limp body is just hanging from me, unable to even follow my hand with his eyes. Of course, he has to get like this on a Sunday, when his pediactric clinic isn't open. We had to take him to the E.R...he couldn't keep fluids down and hadn't had anything real to eat for over 14 hours...thats bad in baby language. As we were waiting for the doctor, he fell asleep in Stefan's arms and didn't wake up for about an hour. The doctor left us with a few syringes, and some Pedialite, and instructions to give a syringe full every five minutes for a few hours. At about 2:30, he was able to keep everything down so he started to nurse, only 5 min. every 1/2 hr, and then finally fell asleep in the carseat around 6. I woke him up, fed him (I thought nothing would happen)and of course he got sick again. We put him to bed and he seems fine, that his body is resting. The doctors told us that it was either a bug he picked up OR more likely, just excess mucus (snot) that he can't cough up or blow out (of his nose) so his stomach gets full of it and has to vomit it out....apparently its pretty normal for babies because they can't do anything else. I find comfort in this, as I was very scared this morning, thinking worse case scenarios at a hundred-miles-a-minute. Good thing I have Stefan to keep me calm (okay, he has enough calmness for both of us, and I have enough hysterics for both of us), and the comfort of knowing he isn't really my son anyway, but on precious loan. I decided I wanted to post a picture of him in his snowsuit for you (this was taken today), as he is so peaceful in it. We'll see how tomorrow goes.


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