By the time we returned from the hospital, my son's abdominal pain had subsided and his appetite was back. He ate yogurt and chicken-and-stars soup with some crackers and drank a blue Powerade. I began to relax and thought we were over the hump and in the clear.
He didn't want dinner last night and complained that his stomach was hurting "a little." By 4:00am he was in the bathroom vomiting...and again at 5:20am.... 5:50am... 6:18am...and 7:30am and just a few moments ago. He can't seem to stomach even a sip of Sprite.
It is looking like today is going to be another miserable day for him; and another heart-wrenching Mommy day for me... the kind of day where I feel helpless, wanting to make him better but only able to try to make him comfortable and pray for this yucky virus to pass.
Suffice to say...we are all sick and tired.