I just got home from what will now be known as the worst date night ever.
It started out as a pretty normal Sunday. Me recovering from the most vile stomach virus known to man. Dave realizing that I wasn’t kidding when I said it was the “most vile stomach virus known to man” and a baby who seemed like she COULD be getting said stomach virus, but was still in good spirits.
It escalated quickly.
Before I go in to detail about that lovely photo, Maybe I should explain why I’m even calling this a “Date Night” You see, it’s rare that Dave and I get out together, without the baby. So, this was like a date. Only spent in the Emergency Room. With him feeling like he was dying, and me internally freaking out, that he was dying (I was the picture of serenity on the outside!) It was the longest we’ve spent together sans Avery in 9.5 months! A whopping 5 hours!! And at least 4 of those hours were spent HOLDING HANDS!! Awesome right? Yeah, no. Not really. Pretty craptastic actually.
Ok, so on with the story….
So Dave had been sick with the bug that I shared with him (Hey, don’t blame me, someone else shared it with me first!) He spent most of the day in bed, only getting up to rid his body of anything he’d eaten in the last few days. Once all that was gone I did my best to keep him hydrated. Apparently, it wasn’t enough (I do feel like a bit of a failure) I went in to check on him, and noticed he was pale and tested his capillary refill (you know, because I’m totally a doctor…..or….my parents always left out all their medical text books when I was a kid, and I read them ALL cover to cover, and somehow retained EVERYTHING yet couldn’t remember ANYTHING from 10th grade math…) Anyway, it was bad news bears. But I didn’t think he needed to go to the hospital right then, because it had been awhile since he had thrown up annnnnd I wasn’t about to bring an infant into that nasty petri dish of disease. So, I got him some more fluids (Gatorade and water cocktail…since we didn’t have any pedialyte) Oh, and he said he was fine and didn’t want to go to the hospital. But, my gut said “Go!!!”
I should have trusted my gut. The female gut is ALWAYS right. Always.
The next time a saw Dave (less than an hour later) He came in to the living room, fiddled with the thermostat, turned saying “I need to go lay down” and ended up unconscious, in the hallway. He passed out, slamming his face and head into the hallway closet. Scaring the life out of me, the dog, and Avery
I jumped up, and got him awake, all while trying to calm down the baby and a totally crazy dog. (I may want a medal for that. The dog part. She’s seriously a nut!) I’ll spare you from all the
heroic gross details, but I eventually got him back into bed, and panicked (internally of course) about what to do. I know I could have called 911, but I didn’t. A few minutes later, I called my mom. Then my grandma, then my dad who left my Uncle’s house (where they were watching that football game that I never want to speak of again) and came over to watch Avery and help me get Dave in the car, and off to the ER.
Where they took us right in, I mean, IMMEDIATELY. And got him hooked up to IV fluids.
Dave was so incredibly dehydrated that I think even the doctors were slightly impressed! Unfortunately, this dehydration had lead to his kidney having a panic attack, and deciding not to function properly. Which was so, incredibly scary to hear. Oh, and they put him in the cervical collar because he had fallen. It was precautionary, and we knew he was ok, and hadn’t injured his neck (I witnessed the fall) but there is something that just makes your heart sink when you see your husband in a c-collar. (I may be crying as I write this!)
The doctors (He saw 4, ranging in age from “I think I used to baby sit you” to “You aren’t even old enough to remember ER“) decided to admit him, and I went home after getting him situated in his room.
I came home to my dad, sitting in a soaking wet zip-up hoodie. Avery had unleashed the wrath of this virus all over him.
I sent him home with his sweatshirt, t-shirt and jacket in a bag, and wearing my mother’s lovely toggle button coat that she had left here last time she visited! He looked stunning! I feel terrible though, because between being in this house of virus horrors, being spit up on by Avery, and eating the aged egg-rolls I had left in our fridge (for far too long….GUILTY!) he can’t possibly escape unscathed. All for trying to do a good deed!
Hopefully Avery fights this sickness off and that one pukey episode is the last. We have a really awesome daddy & husband who we need to pick up in the morning, after he’s full of fluids! Then maybe, just maybe, I can try and get some sleep!