Still Sick... Continued...

Yes. You read that correctly. Ethan is still sick. We're going on day 6 now. Yesterday we were worried because he had refused any Pedialyte all day Wednesday. By Wednesday night, though, and Auntie Lizzy's birthday party he seemed to be feeling a little better - cranky, but slightly more energy. Thursday morning, though, I went in and found even more puke. Actually, puke and a leaky diarrhea diaper. I kn0w. Gross. But darn it, those are the facts. At least baby puke isn't nearly as disgusting as adult puke. Umm... Moving along... He got another bath (the first of two for the day) and then I called up Bro. Kohler from our ward (and also our Stake Patriarch and family friend) to come and give Ethan a blessing since both Sean and my dad were at work. He and Bro. Boman came within the next 45min. and gave Ethan a very comforting blessing. I called the doctor on my way to work and a triage nurse called me back within the hour. She said we should still wait it out another day, but went ahead and set up a second appointment in case he had another rough night/morning. By yesterday evening, again, Ethan seemed to be having a little more energy. He even had some rice cereal for dinner. I went ahead and rocked him for quite a while before I was going to put him down. The following 3-5minutes are a blur of more puke. It started on me and allover him. I stood up, trying to decide between taking him to the dining room (so we were over a hard floor, instead of carpet) or our one bathroom, which was currently occupied. Ethan made up my mind for me, and threw up more on himself and the carpet. I rushed into the dining room and back to the kitchen sink. At the point, he threw up anything and everything else that was in his system. He was not doing well and my mind was made up - he was going to the doctor in the morning. After his second bath for the day and fresh jammies, we spent the night in the living room. Ethan on a towel, on the floor and me on the couch. At the doctor visit, Ethan weighed in at a whopping 18lbs. 8oz. down another ounce from Tuesday (it was 8lbs. 9oz. on Tuesday, not 12). Dr. Hemsley put him on soy-based formula and gave the ok for Gatorade if he won't drink the Pedialyte. He also wanted some blood drawn for lab-work. He wasn't completely convinced that Ethan didn't need to be hooked up to an IV for a while and wanted to wait for lab results before making a final call. Off to the lab we go - with a fresh soy-formula bottle on the way - which he wasn't too fond of. We were there for almost an hour by the time we actually got back to the car. Poor guy did NOT like getting blood drawn - who does?? And he screamed and fought it the whole time. That is such a hard thing for a mother to watch. Luckily, after this whole ordeal, Ethan was completely wiped out and fell asleep on the way back to my mom's house. I got a call with the lab results a couple hours later. Everything checked out ok - thank goodness - white blood cell count was good and the doctor said it was just a nasty virus that he was going to have to tough out for a little while longer. I hope not too much longer.
Battle wounds.