Max has been in the hospital since Thursday morning. It isn’t serious and indeed we’re very hopeful he’ll come home today. He caught the Rotovirus. That nasty, stomach-lurching, bowel irritating, poop generating, fever producing virus. It is the kind of virus that in a pretty healthy and stubborn 3 year old can wreck havoc. In three days Max has had 2 IV’s put in, 4 blood labs drawn, 2 throat cultures and 2 finger pricks. That would make 8 needles in 3 days. If you are a parent than you know exactly what this means; lots of time listening to my son scream; “NO POKEYS!! NO POKEYS!!” I wish I had something funny and interesting to say about this and perhaps I will after a couple of days. Right now, Max and I are busy plotting how to take out the night shift nurse who wakes us up EVERY TWO HOURS!! We hate that woman!
oh that poor little guy! I’m so sorry that you all are going through these tough times. I’ll pray for you and I wish you the best hon.
Oh my goodness, that picture breaks my heart.
Poor Max! (and poor Mom!)
Hope he’s better soon. Those pricks can be awful!
Lucy teared up at breakfast yesterday because she was saying “I don’t like it when Max has pokes.” Seriously tore me up. I do hope you get to go home today.