Friday, February 27, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
ER, glow sticks, ER, Throw up, CAT scans, EKG's....
Deep breath. I feel it all coming to an end.
Let me tell you a little story of the house a la Eastman.
It all began one Friday night at 12:10 am. A young Sophie stood at our door way and puked everywhere. I mean everywhere. We jump and start helping her. No less then minutes later she is at it again. This goes on for 3 hours and we lost track at 22 times. Poor Sophie was so dehydrated she started to act strange. This was our first adventure to the ER. The Dr's got her to stop throwing up and got her hydrated. We came home at 5:00 a.m. at which point poor Sam had to get ready for work.
Saturday morning was calm and uneventful with lots of sleeping. Saturday afternoon Sophie gets sick with the "other" stomach yucks. Not fun again.
Saturday evening Henry thinks it is a good idea to eat a glow stick and suck out that glow juice. You know they ones you use to get at the skating rink.
So I am now on the phone with poison control and Sam is cleaning out his glowing mouth in the dark bathroom.
The poison control warned of sore mouth and a glowing poop diaper. The highlight of our weekend.
Sunday rolls around and we get hit again. Sam and Henry start throwing up. I mean what does every pregnant person want, 3 sick people to clean up after.
Sunday night everyone is full blown sick out of both directions. I feel like Ashley Judd in YA YA SISTERHOOD. It was that bad.
Sunday night about midnight....I begin the joy of the plague. There is nothing worse then being the mom and taking care of everyone, being pregnant and throwing up like a mad woman.
Lexi made numerous runs for Gatorade, crackers, TP and so on...
By Monday most of the throwing up has stopped.
I start to feel like I am getting strep throat. My throat kills. My Monday night my throat and chest hurt so bad I can't breath. I pass out on the couch.
Sam takes me in for round 2 at the ER. I honestly thought they were just going to swab my throat for strep.
All I remember is them running around and hooking me up to machines. I start to panic and cry when they order EKG's and CAT scans. WHAT IS GOING ON?
They thought I had a blood clot. Turns out I had all the symptoms.
They find out my heart is racing and they need to know why. Then my blood pressure is 80/40. So 3 bags of IV fluid later, lots of test...I had thrown up all my potassium and my heart was suffering. They got my stats back to normal, drugged me and I finally got to go home at 4 AM.
For the next 3 days we had random throwing up by the kids and fainting by yours truly.
By Friday we are human again and actually leave the house for the first time in a week. We think we are good to go...
BUT, we could be wrong.
We venture to skate king for Megan's 30th Bday. It hasn't changed in 30 years and is pretty gross. Henry clears about 4 pops when no one is looking and pukes all over. Now, you couldn't even tell or smell that's how bad skate king is. This was our last throw up and its been 4 days. We all wake up the next day with bad head colds. WHO CARES. Bring on the head cold any day!
I told Sam, a family that throws up, passes out, poops, and takes many trips to the ER together...stays together.
WHAT A WEEK.
Let me tell you a little story of the house a la Eastman.
It all began one Friday night at 12:10 am. A young Sophie stood at our door way and puked everywhere. I mean everywhere. We jump and start helping her. No less then minutes later she is at it again. This goes on for 3 hours and we lost track at 22 times. Poor Sophie was so dehydrated she started to act strange. This was our first adventure to the ER. The Dr's got her to stop throwing up and got her hydrated. We came home at 5:00 a.m. at which point poor Sam had to get ready for work.
Saturday morning was calm and uneventful with lots of sleeping. Saturday afternoon Sophie gets sick with the "other" stomach yucks. Not fun again.
Saturday evening Henry thinks it is a good idea to eat a glow stick and suck out that glow juice. You know they ones you use to get at the skating rink.
So I am now on the phone with poison control and Sam is cleaning out his glowing mouth in the dark bathroom.
The poison control warned of sore mouth and a glowing poop diaper. The highlight of our weekend.
Sunday rolls around and we get hit again. Sam and Henry start throwing up. I mean what does every pregnant person want, 3 sick people to clean up after.
Sunday night everyone is full blown sick out of both directions. I feel like Ashley Judd in YA YA SISTERHOOD. It was that bad.
Sunday night about midnight....I begin the joy of the plague. There is nothing worse then being the mom and taking care of everyone, being pregnant and throwing up like a mad woman.
Lexi made numerous runs for Gatorade, crackers, TP and so on...
By Monday most of the throwing up has stopped.
I start to feel like I am getting strep throat. My throat kills. My Monday night my throat and chest hurt so bad I can't breath. I pass out on the couch.
Sam takes me in for round 2 at the ER. I honestly thought they were just going to swab my throat for strep.
All I remember is them running around and hooking me up to machines. I start to panic and cry when they order EKG's and CAT scans. WHAT IS GOING ON?
They thought I had a blood clot. Turns out I had all the symptoms.
They find out my heart is racing and they need to know why. Then my blood pressure is 80/40. So 3 bags of IV fluid later, lots of test...I had thrown up all my potassium and my heart was suffering. They got my stats back to normal, drugged me and I finally got to go home at 4 AM.
For the next 3 days we had random throwing up by the kids and fainting by yours truly.
By Friday we are human again and actually leave the house for the first time in a week. We think we are good to go...
BUT, we could be wrong.
We venture to skate king for Megan's 30th Bday. It hasn't changed in 30 years and is pretty gross. Henry clears about 4 pops when no one is looking and pukes all over. Now, you couldn't even tell or smell that's how bad skate king is. This was our last throw up and its been 4 days. We all wake up the next day with bad head colds. WHO CARES. Bring on the head cold any day!
I told Sam, a family that throws up, passes out, poops, and takes many trips to the ER together...stays together.
WHAT A WEEK.
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