Michael was up all night with a sick stomach. He was throwing up over and over again and so when the very excited Noah and Grace decided to come into my room at 7am even though we had decided 8:30 would be our egg hunt time, I was exhausted! I gave in to trying to go back to sleep but then Lexis was the one who needed further convincing...
The kids ran out to their Easter baskets in true Thurston Christmas morning fashion with the exception that Noah insisted on being first, since he is never first-- made sense to me. Grace snuggled with her new stuffed animal. No matter how many small furry creatures she has, she always loves the next one just as much and the Easter bunny seemed to know this. Lexis couldn't hold back the yawns and noted that the yellow PEEPS in each child's basket had had the plastic covers taken off of them and so they were now hard as rocks! Oops. Noah bit the head off his chocolate bunny and than jumped immediately up to find the hidden eggs. Unfortunately, two are still missing somewhere in the front room. Not kidding! (Although I suppose there is that slight chance that the ole' bunny counted wrong and all were in fact found.)
Michael woke up after the festivities and still could not stop vomiting. The poor little one had nothing left in him and was clearly lethargic and so off Mama and Michael went to the ER while the older kids got showered and ready for their dad to come get them for afternoon church. Michael ended up being very dehydrated with some sort of stomach bug they never specified directly. The nurse took blood in his left arm and then attempted to hook him up to the iv fluids only to kink the line, "infiltrating" Michael's little arm which was REALLY horrible! Michael started screaming in pain as I watched a large bubble form in the crook of his elbow. I was not happy and the nurseS went into obvious panic mode as they moved the IV to his right arm. They were throwing bandages and such around the room which of course than made me panic. It took three of us to hold him down. I couldn't help but think how fortunate we were that he actually was feeling so ill since the fight he had in him was quite less than I knew it to be normally. Finally, Michael settled down and as the fluid moved steadily into his body and the medicine took affect he fell asleep. After a mere three hours in the ER we were on our way home again to both enjoy a nice, long nap.
Happy Easter to each of you!
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