Mystery illness and miracle recovery

On Thursday morning we woke up to Seth crying in his cot. Not an entirely unusual start to the day, but it's always nicer when I wake to hear him talking to himself rather than crying. As it turns out there was vomit all through his bed (lovely!) and we had a sicky baby on our hands. We cuddled him, gave him a bit of fizzy to settle his tummy and cleaned him up when he sicked up. By lunchtime I'd decided to take him to the drop in clinic at our Doctor's surgery at 2pm. By 12:30 I really felt he was too sick to wait so me and the girls packed him up in the car and took him down to the hospital. In triage they knew there was something wrong with how limp and unresponsive he was so we got taken through straight away (what a blessing because I'm guessing the waiting room had about 4 hours worth of people already waiting).

His first obs weren't very good so we went through to the children's ward and got admitted for tests. Daddy Joe relieved me of the girls after about 2 hours which was exactly that....a relief!!! They were good but with my hands completely tied up with Seth I couldn't keep an eye on them going back and forth from the toy room.

After the girls were gone I could focus on Seth and his limp, sleepy body got me more and more and more worried by the minute. The 2 doctors that were overseeing him were a bit stumped so after about 5 hours they went ahead with blood tests and got ready to give him IV fluids. He didn't even look at what was happening when 3 people stood around him to put the needle contraption in his arm cause he was too lethargic too care! When they tested for sugar suggesting it might be diabetes I was pretty concerned. Negative to that thank goodness.

And then within about 45 minutes of having the blood test, he just opened his eyes and looked up at me and started babbling and trying to crawl off me....the first deliberate movement he'd done for hours. So nice to have my baby back, and I pretty much got the all clear from the Dr, dressed him and half an hour later we were at home with Seth playing with his big sissys (who were both so excited to have him back!)

So there you have it, from sick, to in hospital for 6.5 hours, to home with no trace of illness. Thanks to the Drs and a Priesthood blessing from his Daddy I'm sure.
It was so terrible to see his lifeless body and especially his eyes looking so vacant. He's definitely back to 100% energy and feistiness now (if that's even a word!)

He was supposed to be getting fluids in, but he wasn't interested in their sugary drink or iceblocks

Nurse Faith loved being called my nurse helper

Ella was all up in the syringe and electrolyte drink

And suddenly awake and alert

Pretending to be asleep when I said 'sleepy time'

All over, waiting for the Dr to discharge him

And incidentally he'd just had his 15 month immunisations (+ chicken pox vaccine) a week earlier. Poor little guy!