The Pukies

One of the memorable events from Fall 2012 is going to be the time we took Sam to the ER to get him pumped up with fluids after puking every 30 minutes for seven hours until he was listless. We'll remember how he didn't even cry when they put an IV in his hand, drew blood from his arm, or took an ultrasound of his belly and X-ray of his chest. We'll laugh when we recall how, when he finally felt better, he drank an entire apple juice box in about 15 seconds even though we were trying to take it away so he wouldn't overwhelm his belly. And we'll keep laughing when we picture the projectile stream of apple juice that followed shortly thereafter. We won't forget how tired Sam was after a long, long night and how, when he had finally reached his limit, he cried and said, over and over, "Go. Go. Go." When we finally got him home, well after midnight, he slept in our bed. And we were glad for that.

Sam is still in recovery mode three days later, and I was not spared from the illness myself. But despite our unstable bellies, we feel pretty lucky today.