So yeah, turns out that if you puke for 27 hours straight, you get extremely dehydrated. Getting myself to the ER turned out to be quite difficult, given that just as I was realizing I needed to go, A started feeling “not so good”. I knew exactly what that meant, having started down that path the previous day, and I felt terrible leaving him by himself with M. But we found a friend to drive me, and some friends to help him out at home with M, so it ended up ok. I mean, as ok as this stuff ever does. Having your whole family hit one-by-one with the stomach bug from hell is pretty awful. (A’s not quite as poorly off as I was, though, because I shared my anti-nausea meds with him last night. Still needs help with stuff, though, and it’s no fun to play nurse plus mama when you were in the ER the previous night!)
I ended up staying until almost midnight. I needed several bags of fluids, plus a bunch of anti-nausea drugs before they were ok with sending me home.
You know what else you get after puking for 27 hours? Really sore abs. That’s a workout I definitely DON’T recommend, ha.