It's taken me almost three weeks to get this journaled, but I really don't want to forget that terrible illness Garrett had in February. On Valentine's morning he wasn't feeling well, and he was gagging and dry heaving all morning. By noon he was really throwing up and it lasted all afternoon. But it wasn't just the normal vomit- it was very very painful for him and horribly vicious. Every ten minutes he would do it and scream. By 3:00 that afternoon he was like a corpse just laying around. His eyes would be open, but he wouldn't move or even blink. At about 4:00 he threw up again, but it was bright green bile. The bile continued to come up for the next few hours....all while I was trying to get our traditional Valentines dinner made and the house set up for our evening festivities. But Garrett was way more important than a fun dinner, so I just held him with a towel close by to catch all the pukage.
Cody came home and we ate dinner. I was bummed that everything was very rushed, but I couldn't be away from Garrett for more than five minutes because he would puke everywhere if I wasn't there to contain it. During dinner he laid on a blanket on the floor and barely moved, unless it was because he was about to throw up and it hurt a lot.
His breathing became very shallow, his pulse raced, and he was running fever. I could pick up one of his limbs and then drop it and it was like he was a rag doll. Totally lifeless. Knowing he was very dehydrated, I debated taking him to the hospital for an IV. With five kids and a lot of common sense, I hated to be one of those moms to rush to the ER for anything- but this kid was so sick. Cody and I decided it was the best thing to do, so I packed him up with extra pairs of clothes and blankets, took a good pillow (because those hospital pillows are just bad) and we were headed up to Primary Childrens.
It was pretty slow at the ER and they got him right back to triage. While we were in there, Garrett started making gas and if it had a color, it would have been dark green. It smelled soooooo bad and every time he'd do it, the nurse and I would gag. The tooting continued all through the night and every time someone new would enter his room, they would almost throw up from the smell!! "What on earth is in the body of yours??" One doctor said to him. Whatever it was, it was really mean. If it smelled like that, I can only imagine what it FELT like in his little guts. No wonder he cried so much! And he threw up at least three more times before we even got into our room.
We got back home and Cody came out to the living room and not even five minutes after setting all of our stuff down, Garrett threw up again. And again, and again, and again. And finally by afternoon, he was doing a lot better and was starving. So he ate some apples and crackers and juice and kept it down for the most part. And we thought we were out of the woods. Ha!
No one else in our house had as much as a tummy ache during this time, and in a family like ours, GI bugs usually spread like wildfire. So I think the doctors were right in thinking it wasn't a virus or bacteria because other people would have gotten it. I think we need to start chaining up our kitchen trashcan!