Hand me the Lysol

So we thought that on Thursday with Avery on the mend we were in the clear of the sick germs... No, and that is putting it lightly. Friday morning a little after 12 am, I hear little AJ coughing, I look over and see that he had spit up a bit... well it wasn't spit up, he had gotten sick. Poor little guy within the next 10-15 minutes he got sick 3 more times. A quick call to the after hours doctor and we were on our way to Fairfax Hospital.. to get our little guy checked out to make sure he didn't dehydrate.
We have learned the secret to getting seen quickly (although I don't want to test the theory ever again). We arrived at the hospital a little after 1am. I check us in while Adam parks the car. As we are speaking with the lady AJ proceeds to get sick again at the check in counter.. she quickly calls back.. "we have an 88 day old who is sick" next they you know we are walking back into the ped. ER area. We are seen by a nurse the minute we walk back and within 5 mintues the doctor is in to see us. It was wonderful to see how attentive they were to AJ, and besides being ill he just smiled, and laughed at the doctor. Our sweet boy.
After getting sick a few more times, and 2 missed attempts at trying to get an IV in him... Adam and I said no more needles.. we'll just wait and let his stomach settle... at about 3:45 am, AJ was being able to keep some pedialyte down so they sent us home with hydration orders to keep up the small doses of ped. every 20 minutes.
Saturday we spent in recovery mode. While Adam and I neither had the illness like the boys did, we both had the quisy stomach... and just over all feel'n yucky. I think a lot of our issue was the lack of sleep and stress over the boys being sick. By Sunday we were all 100%, and managed to go to the park and the pool for a bit. It was a nice quiet weekend, some good quality time spent together.... although the next time I'll take the quality time without the illness!