Duuuuuuuuudes. Last night was ROUGH. Emi threw up all night whilst screaming that her ears hurt. We tried to stick it through, but finally gave in and decided to take her to the emergency room at 4 in the morning. Tim and I then held an impromptu Brain Pageant to see who would be the lucky chauffeur, and I won because I could tell time on a digital clock. So off we went to Downey!
Turns out the poor little urchin had an ear infection as well as possible stomach flu and was very dehydrated. So after squalling hard enough to make 2 nurses cry, an IV was inserted into Emi's little hand and blood and urine were drawn for further tests. She also got some fluids and the first bag was sucked into her body in record time. I think the clinical desciption is: her veins were hella thirsty. After a second bag with an antibiotic chaser, we were free to go. We were in the emergency room for a total of 6 hours.
But it was worth it! Emi has rejoined the land of the living (and on the aptly-named BRAT diet).
1. Even though she was screaming and weeping and moaning "Get OFFA me!!!" to the nurses while they were trying to insert her IV, she remained coherent enough to weepily respond "Okaaaaay Nurse" to all their admonitions to stay still.
2. After her IV was inserted and strapped into place by a whole roll of tape and a cardboard splint, Emi waved her arm around and wailed, "Where did my hand gooooooo!" She also had an oxygen saturation sensor attached to her finger and she complained, "That is really sticky!"
3. When asked what her name was, she responded very calmly, "Princess Emi, and this," pointing to me, "is King Mommy."
4. After she woke up from an extended "nap," the first thing out of her mouth was, "Hey! Where are my people?"
5. After handing me her discharge papers, I thought I'd show off and have Emi sing a song for the doctor to show that she was a-okay to go. So as I prompted, "Miss Mary..." Emi roared, "DOCTOR!!!!" "All dressed in..." "POOP!!!"