Stephen got the flu this week. That was no fun! He was just sleeping a lot more, at first. But then he started throwing up everything he took in – including the Tylenol that could help break his fever. And once he had thrown up everything, he dry heaved. Again – no fun!
He didn’t cry much; instead he whimpered, which was just so sad. He was like a little puppy begging to be let out of his kennel. Eventually, I called to make a doctor’s appointment just in case it was something more serious. The nurse told me to skip the dr’s appointment and just go to the hospital. If he was dehydrated, then he’d need IV fluids and that wasn’t something they could do at their office.
So, in we went. They took blood and urine samples, did an ultrasound of his stomach, gave him some Tylenol and started IV fluids. Everything came back fine. Then they started him on 24 hours of Pedialyte instead of formula. He didn’t need calories as much as he needed liquids. That night, he woke every 2 hours (and this from a baby that’s been sleeping through the night since 6 weeks old!). We pumped him full of as much liquids as we thought he could handle.
This is (one of) the hard parts of parenting: watching your child suffer and not being able to do much about it. Lots of snuggling, but not much else.
It looks like it has now ran its course. The weirdest part? He’s cross-eyed since the flu started. It’s getting better, but for a while, it was really noticeable. The ER peditrician hadn’t ever heard of it as a flu symptom, so our best guess is that because the flu made him so weak, his body doesn’t really have the strength to keep his eyes in the right spot. As he gets stronger, it should go away. It’s just really strange.
Here’s a picture from today – still cross-eyed, but appears to be feeling much better!