Ian's first trip to the ER

Here is a pic that I took of Ian yesterday morning:

Yes, that is the bucket in the background that Ian had to use frequently over the last 2 days. Bless his heart. I think this is the most sick he has ever been. It all started Thursday when I picked him up from Holly's house. He felt warm when I picked him up. Holly said that she had given him some Tylenol but that he hadn't been himself and that he had been having chills that afternoon. Sure enough, when I got him home and took his temp, he had a fever of about 101.9. Yikes! No obvious symptoms though. So, I stayed home with him Friday. I took him to the dr Friday since I knew the weekend was coming. The dr said his throat was red and prescribed him some medicine. The next night however is when the fun started. He vomited around 7:30pm, 9:oopm, 11:00pm, midnight, 3:30am, 4:00am, 6:00am, and 9:00am. In between those times, (yes, we were in and out of his room just about every 30 mins...looooooong night)...I was giving him ice chips in hopes of avoiding dehydration. He was pitiful! Extremely lethargic. We were trying to give him Tylenol and Ibuprofen to keep his temp down, but he could not keep anything down. Sunday morning, he was begging for something to drink...so I attempted to give him some gatorade...and told him to take little sips. He did...and it came back up everytime. Bless him. Jason had to go on to church since he is filling in as the minister or music right now...but when he got home and Ian vomited AGAIN at noon, we decided it was time to take him somewhere. What had us most concerned was him complaining with his head Saturday night and again periodically throughout the night. All I could think about was meningitis or something worse. He just kept grabbing his head from time to time saying, "my head is freaking me out." Several times, while he was vomiting, he would say, "mommy, daddy, I'm so sorry...I'm a horrible boy." We would of course tell him, "no, Ian, you cannot help it...you're just sick...and it's ok, we still love you very much and are going to take care of you." He just kept saying, "This is horrible" or "This is terrible". Poor thing.

So, we headed to the ER, which is where I took this picture while we waited to be seen by the doctor:
The dr came in and checked him out. He had him tuck his chin to his chest. Since he was able to do that without pain, he said, "that's a good sign, we can rule out meningitis." Thank goodness! That is what I was fearing. The dr said he was dehydrated, but not overly. So, he prescribed him Zofran and let us go, telling us to continue to push fluids.

And here are 2 pics that I took of Ian tonight:

What a difference a day can make! He started turning a corner yesterday evening when we gave him jello, saltines, gatorade, and part of a banana...all of which he kept down. Then, last night, he slept ALL night!! We are so thankful for all the prayers and are SO thankful that our little man is feeling like himself again!