We are currently in the midst of a bit of a blogging hiatus due to illness - Bud's and mine. I had called in sick to work yesterday to stay home and sleep away a head cold, but about an hour into my slumber I got a call from Bud's school reporting that he had delivered a bold display of sickness on the floor of the classroom.
The display continued all day long, as Bud was unable to hold down even a sip of water.
By late afternoon I started to get concerned about dehydration (which he'd experienced once before as a toddler and which I hope we never encounter again), so Nana and I packed him up and made the 45-minute journey to the doctor's office. Bud was sick in the car on the way, so we spent the trip issuing soothing reassurances about the outcome of the doctor's evaluation - "the doctor will help you feel better," "the doctor will see if you need medicine," "the doctor will take care of your tummy."
The doctor checked him out and was not concerned about dehydration yet, so we were able to forego the IV drips and anti-nausea suppositories I'd been imagining, and we headed home with only a plan for droppers full of Gatorade at 10 minute intervals.
We piled back into the car and were about five minutes into the return trip when Bud's sickness returned. As he hung over the bucket Nana held in front of him, his ears must have been ringing with the empty promises we'd made about the restorative power of a doctor's visit, because when the wave of sickness passed, Bud lifted his heavy head and from behind sunken eyes and sallow skin he said sadly, "It didn't work."
The good news is that after a mostly-sleepless night and many, many droppers full of Gatorade, we both seem in better shape today. We're still cocooned on adjacent couches, but Bud has graduated to toast and bananas and seems to be holding his own... as it were. If things continue to progress this way, we should return to our regularly scheduled blog-reading and comment-posting in no time.
Be well, blogosphere friends. We miss you.