Colby was having a bit of a dry spell this week.  He'd kept nothing on his stomach for three days and we started getting worried.  I called his doctor and she suggested taking him straight to the ER for IV fluids.

We got there about 2:30 on Wednesday the 14th (Happy Birthday Norma!) and he didn't leave until 11:00 that night.  They poked him and prodded him from one end to the other.  It took 3 attempts at hitting a vein before they finally were able to start an IV.  He had bloodwork done, a chest x-ray, a mucous swab and a urinalysis.  Turns out he really was "just" dehydrated, but after two bags of fluid and about 6 packages of saltines, he finally perked up slightly.  Johnny came to the ER about 7:30 to bring me supper, so we switched off and he stayed with Colby while I took Gabriel home.  They finally made it home around 11:30 with Colby requesting chicken and green beans and fruit bites the whole way!  He didn't actually eat anything, but it was funny to hear his continuous loop of "I want chicken, I want green beans, I want fruit bites, I want chicken..."  He was restless at first but finally fell asleep with me on the couch watching CSI.  It was a repeat, so I guess he felt like he could finally drift off. He still doesn't want to do much, but at least he isn't a limp little noodle of a boy anymore, which was really creepin' me out.  And even though the ER doc says we don't need to follow up with his pediatrician, I set up an appointment for Monday so they can check his progress.  What can I say, I'm a control freak.

PS:  Check the gallery for pictures of our little sickie.  How twisted is it that I want to scrapbook EVERYTHING?