Last night we spent a couple hours in the ER. Everyone is fine, so don't freak out. Here's the scoop:
Jack was a little spitfire all day and right up until bedtime, running around wildly and having fun--no signs of anything different at all. A couple hours after going to bed, at about 9:30, he threw up all over his crib--which is very unusual. Other than the rotavirus incident last year, Jack just does not throw up. So we got him out of bed to clean him up and he was having some really strange involuntary twitching. That really freaked us out because I have epilepsy and that's kind of my specialty. I guess maybe I was jealous that he was trying to be Spazzy McTwitcherson instead of just letting me take care of that.
So after consulting the authorities (the ER nurse, a doctor, Granny Janny and my friend and co-worker Andrea) we decided it was better to be safe rather than sorry. We got to the ER around 10 and they tested his blood to check his sodium and potassium levels. He proceeded to throw up constantly in the room, so after determining that he was plenty hydrated, they administered a suppository to control the nausea. About an hour after we got home, he was able to sleep soundly...without the urps.
Amy took him to see Doc Herbek this morning (who is completely awesome) and he said we did the right thing by taking him in, but that the stomach bug was all over town right now and that's what it was. The jerky movements are pretty much the norm when little peeps throw up so hard. We thought so, but we're glad we had him checked out.
So, Jack is home today and will be home tomorrow too. We'll check with the doctor on Thursday to see if he should stay put on Friday as well. Right now, we're all just a bit tuckered out. Good thing I don't work until noon today!