It was about 6 and we were taking one of the girls home who lives in town. We pulled out of the driveway and Haleigh was screaming her head off. She was ticked she was in the car seat so I told Ora to sing to her and she should hopefully go to sleep. We passed HWY 24 and my poor baby boy was puking his little guts out. Oh I felt so terrible. So we had to stop and get him out in the parking lot at KMart. Jeff pulled him out of the car while he was still strapped into the car seat because there really was no other way. Praise God it was warm outside because we had to strip the little man. I'm on my hands and knees using every wipe we have to clean throw up off the car seat in hopes that we would be able to put him back in it. No hope though. Seriously we had a mess. There really was nothing salvageable. (Grand Cindy and Grand Becky it was worse than the sister trip I invited myself to!!) So Ora had to be home ASAP so we put him back in the car. He rode in the back in the middle. I sat on one side and Haleigh slept on the other side. Ora did a fabulous job of getting her to sleep otherwise we would have had even more trouble.
So we dropped Ora off and Tyler still didn't feel good. I thought he ate too much and would be fine. But as we turned on to Boulevard again he grabbed me and started throwing up again. I grabbed the towel that I put on his legs and caught some. Oh I felt terrible. And I couldn't believe I wasn't getting sick too. Good thing I"m not pregnant!! Then Jeff pulled off the street into a parking lot. As we tried to figure out what to do, I used Jeff's sweat shirt for some more throw up. I asked Tyler if he wanted a drink. He said 'yeah' in a real weak voice. SO I told Jeff to run into Wendy's down the street and get him some water. Jeff pulled out of the parking lot. Tyler went limp. Limp as could be. No response. I'm trying to wake him up. I'm shaking him and talking to him and still no response. I know he was tired but this was weird. So the whole time Jeff was in Wendy's getting him water I"m trying to wake him up. Oh we are panicking now. He really wouldn't wake up and it had been at least 5 minutes. There is no sign of life except for his breathing. I was freaked out.
So we decided to go to the hospital. Jeff turned out of Wendy's and asked which hospital. I told him Saints but he was already passed and freaking out so I said go to Stormont.
The entire way there I was talking to him trying to wake him up. I"m praying out loud, raising my voice trying to think of things that may get his attention. Jeff is driving like a maniac, a SAFE maniac. He was glancing back every few seconds saying wake him up wake him up. I kept telling him something was wrong and he won't wake up. So Jeff ran a couple red lights. It was highly illegal. We have a toddler in the back seat in no car seat, he is speeding down 10th and running red lights. I guess it was a good thing there was no cops!
We finally got to the ER. Jeff dropped us off int eh front. I carried him in, still unresponsive and puke all over my leg and him half dressed covered in puke. We were attractive. Luckily we didn't have to wait too long. I was really going to be HOT if they made us wait. I was calmly freaking out if that is possible! I wasn't screaming or anything. I knew God was in control but still a part of me was like, you people better get this kid awake real soon and figure out what is wrong with him.
He woke slowly gained consciousness after we had been seated. He was whiny but realized his glasses were on his head. I had put them there trying to get him to open his eyes. So we watied and got a room. I was so excited when he woke up. I can't even describe the feeling.
So we spent the evening in the ER hooked up to and IV waiting for him to go to the bathroom! He threw up on the doctor and started to go limp again while he was in there. He said 'get him and IV and start the fluids.' so that was that. They drew blood, started IV immediately and stuck a little bag on him and we were waiting for him to go tot he bathroom to make sure he was hydrated. He was very dehydrated and probably had something viral. It took 4 bags of fluid before the little guy even went to the bathroom. Wow! Yeah he was a little dried out I'd say.
So to keep us occupied one of the nurses brought him three strips of stickers. Stickers always make a kid feel better. Really they kind of annoy me. He had no clothe4s so he stuck them on his chest. We couldn't have just one. We had to have them all off and onto something. So they went from my sleeve to Daddy's to the sheet, to Grandpa when he came, and back to the blanket that covered him up. Wow...what fun stickers could be!
So he is okay now. He started to get some life back to him in the hospital. He got his orneriness back for a while. Not full force of course but it was coming back slowly. I can't even describe the feelings that Jeff or I either one had. But to have your baby unresponsive for over 10 minutes is not cool. You realize in a moment that you aren't the one in control and God is the one who holds everything in place. HE was in control and I am confident that our prayers on the way there, during and even now are what got the little guy through it. There is no feeling like knowing that God is the only One who could bring him back to consciousness. We thank God that it was only a little heat exhaustion, dehydration and a little something viral.
Tyler was so precious because he asked to pray. Once he woke up and we were back there he folded his hands and bowed his head and asked for me to pray. He knows. He knows and he is only two years old! He may be ornery as sin but he has already learned that we need to pray when we have tough times.
We prayed so many times while in the ER and then throughout the night and next day when he was sick and had a fever. All of a sudden Tyler would fold his little hands and bow his head and ask to pray. We know that God is the best doctor in town and we have to ask him for the help we need.
Oh that could just melt my heart.
Grandma spent the night after we came home from the ER. Praise God that she did too. I wasn't going to have anyone stay because I feel bad having someone stay when I may not need help and they could be sleeping in their own bed. But seriously, I praise God that she did stay because I NEEDED her. We had a very long night with both Haleigh and Tyler.
Poor little guy was running a temperature and couldn't sleep. Grandma comforted him and he loved it. By the next afternoon he was feeling a little better. He ran around in his underwear to cool off and try to get rid of his fever. Grandma let him comb her hair and he thought that was pretty cool.
So wow, what a weekend. Lots was learned, lots to be thankful for and lots of ways we saw God work. Wow is all I can say
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