Super Ped

Last night went well. Today so far, so good. Hubby got up at 6 a.m. to give Vinny his anti-nausea medicine. Then I got up at 7 a.m. fed Vinny a few bites of sourdough bread and gave him his first anti-biotic, Flagyl, hidden in a snowball of lemon sorbet.

Yesterday, I felt so strongly we were on our way to the hospital that I packed our bags. This is an extreme reaction for me. But thanks to our pediatrician, who I will forever more refer to as Super Ped, we are still home.

On one of her multiple check in-s yesterday, on her day off, she advised us to give Vinny the anti-nausea medicine. I had a call in to the pediatric surgeon but she was in surgery and didn't get back to us for over an hour.

Her timing was perfect, as is typical for super heroes. She stopped the vomiting just in time to keep us from going to the Emergency Room in San Francisco! Pretty heroic in my book.

Now that Vinny's up, he's still having nausea, and asking for "the bucket," but no vomit. His 11 a.m. dose went well, too. Phew.

Our job today is to get him hydrated, in between doses of antibiotics. The last thing we want is him throwing up his meds. If he starts missing doses of medication the bacteria could get stronger.

Keep praying, please. It helps us so much. All the support, kind thoughts and words is what's getting us through difficult time.

We aren't out of the woods, yet. I can't quite tell from here, but I believe I see a light at the end of the tunnel.