Emergency Room Visit
Wow! Things have been insane around here! 80+ hours per week at work, traveling to and from for the holidays, Ace being sick, Momma being sick, me being sick, and Ace’s Emergency Room visit…that’s right Ace’s Emergency Room visit!!!
OK, calm down. Everything is fine, but I just had to write about another one of his firsts…
Ace was suffering from diarrhea and vomiting off and on for about 3 days. After the fourth day, Ace’s doctor asked us to take him to the ER. Holy crap! A visit to the Emergency Room must mean that Ace’s current condition is an emergency!
Ace didn’t seem deathly ill to me. He seemed sick, but I guess that a baby/toddler can be dehydrated very easily and become really sick…really fast.
So into the truck and off to the hospital we go. We both stayed pretty calm, but there was a sense of urgency to get to the ER. After all, the doctor told us to go to the emergency room!
Putting the words emergency and Ace in the same sentence makes me feel a little dizzy. I’ve never heard a happy story about going to the ER. It is always for what is thought to be something bad…an emergency!
We were greeted by some very nice ladies at the Children’s Hospital. We went right back to the nurses station to see just how bad Ace was. After taking his temperature, blood pressure, etc, etc. We were asked to sit back down in the lobby.
I immediately felt a little better, knowing that his situation wasn’t urgent enough to require Ace to go directly back to get a room. At least they thought he would survive long enough to wait for the next available room. 
After waiting for only about 5 minutes we were escorted back to a room. A few minutes later a nice doctor came in and diagnosed Ace with a stomach virus. I forget the fancy dancy name, but basically he had a virus that caused diarrhea and vomiting. It would go away on it’s own in time.
A feeling of relief came over us as we were reassured that Ace was fine. We were to keep an eye on his fluid intake and make sure he was staying hydrated.
A week later Ace is doing fine. Back to his happy, joyful, playful self. 
Wow! “80+ hours per week at work”
dont go over doing it
Pleased youre all better again
I had to take my youngest when he was 6 weeks to hospital I felt so bad
be had silent reflux
I kinda wonder whether they just take you to the emergency room as a first step I think thats what they do in New Zealand but its still scary