As some of you know, we took a trip into the city last weekend to visit with my Grandma. We left on Saturday and things started out really well. Both kids were awesome in the van, and we made great time. We had a wonderful visit with Grandma. Liam loved playing on her piano - I think he has the makings of a musician! We stayed with Grandma for a few hours and then headed back to the hotel for supper and bed. Day one went without a hitch.
Sunday morning we went to the Kids and Baby Show at the convention centre so that Liam could see the Backyardigans. He LOVED it!! He was singing and clapping the whole time. In hindsight, taking Liam to a venue full of children during cold and flu season may not have been such a good idea. Nevertheless, we had a good time, went shopping for the afternoon, and returned to the hotel for what we thought would be a good night's sleep.
At the hotel, we had Liam sleeping with me in one of the beds. Liam is still very used to sleeping in his crib and he was moving and rolling all over the place. I tried, but I just couldn't keep him in the bed. At about 1am he fell right out, hitting his head on the wall on the way down. He seemed to be fine - he cried for a minute or two, then went right back to sleep. Two hours later, Liam woke up screaming. Within a few minutes he started to vomit uncontrollably. So we packed everyone up and headed over to the Children's Hospital, worried that Liam had a concussion or worse.
Luckily, the hospital wasn't very busy at 5am, so we got in relatively quickly. (By this I mean within an hour)Basically we were told that they didn't really know what was wrong with Liam - it could be a head injury, or a stomach bug that just happened to manifest itself right after a fall. We were planning on leaving the city later that day, but we were asked to stick around so that they could check Liam out again later that day.
So we added another night to our hotel stay and spent the day in our room with a sick toddler. Let me just say that it was not fun at all! Liam couldn't hold anything down and was sick dozens of times. Luckily, with some vigilance we were able to catch everything in a pail or a towel. Around suppertime, we packed everybody back up and returned to see the doctor. (Let's just say this time our van wasn't as fortunate as the hotel room)After waiting around for a good 2 hours, we finally were told that it was definately a stomach bug and we would just have to ride it out.
So on Tuesday, we finally headed for home. But things weren't done yet - oh no, because that would be too simple! By the time we arrived home, Derek was feeling awful and had the shakes. By bedtime, he was as sick as Liam. Needless to say, he stayed home from work on Wednesday - and it was a good thing too, because by lunchtime, it was my turn. We must have been such a sorry sight!
All in all the whole thing somewhat traumatized Derek. He says he doesn't want to go back to the city until the kids are "older". How much "older"? "Oh, maybe when Lily is five..."
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