She woke up and before she had spoken a word, she barfed. Then she kept on barfing for the rest of the day. She was unable to keep even clear fluids down and was getting weaker by the hour. The little girl I complain about having to sprint after was a listless lump on the couch, gagging on her vomit, her fever rising. After nearly 24 hours of not being able to keep fluids down, we took her into the hospital. They tried giving her Tylenol orally and she just barfed it up a minute later. They prepped her tiny hands to receive an IV, but before they attempted inserting the needle they gave her a high-powered anti-nauseant medication that dissolved under her tongue and a dose of suppository Tylenol. (Would you believe that she just laid there and barely moved when they inserted the pills? Normally she would have required a straight jacket and the strength of three men to hold her down to let someone ram two horse pills up her butt!) She was able to keep the meds in and within about a half-hour, she was able to drink and keep a small amount of fluids down. The doctor came in to assess her and did the routine check of her ears, listened to her heart, felt her abdomen. Then he tried to look in her mouth, but she didn’t want to cooperate. We finally got her to open wide and he said, “Well, that’s interesting.” Her throat was covered in tell-tale red spots that indicated strep throat. I was shocked. Here I was thinking we were dealing with a flu bug and she’s got strep throat? I never knew that violent vomiting was even a symptom of strep throat. The doctor said it’s rare for the barfing to be that bad, but we know our girl is anything but ordinary so, really, would we expect any less? They started her on some antibiotics and she was soon able to keep more fluids down. By the time we’d been at the hospital for three hours, she was back to her usual “let’s run around the triage room and find things to destroy” self and I was never happier to have to chase her around.
She woke up today and asked for a drink and while she’s still got a bit of a fever, she seems much better already. I think we’ll probably spend the better part of the day camped on the couch with an arsenal of Arthur DVDs to keep us company since she’s still pretty weak and contagious, but I am just so thankful she’s up and about and not spewing barf down my chest as I hold her. Things are looking up.