So, on Wednesday Dylan stayed home from school. He had thrown up the night before and I figured I would just keep him home with me, so he could recover. Well, he continued to feel bad and he still had a temperature. It went from 101 to 104 and I was alternating Tylenol and Ibuprofen. He slept a lot throughout the day. When he was up, I was pushing the fluids. Later that night after Todd and Gavin were home, I was giving the kiddos a bath and Dylan kept complaining that his stomach hurt. He threw up again, but he had us very worried because he just wasn't acting like himself. So, Todd took him in to the ER just to be on the safe side. He was self-diagnosing him and thought he might have an appendicitis. Well, when they got to the ER, they ran some tests and did an ultrasound. They were very alarmed because they could not find the appendix, but did find fluid in the stomach. They gave him morphine for the pain and they thought the appendix may have ruptured, but they were not sure. They rushed Dylan via ambulance to Iowa City because there wasn't any staff that handled cases like this for pediatrics that evening. When they got to IA City, they ran more tests, more ultrasounds and still didn't find anything. They gave him an IV for fluids, pain and to control the fever. They scheduled him for surgery at 7:30 am and luckily around 6:30 am they did another ultrasound and found the appendix. It was there, it looked good, no tears, but they still couldn't figure out why he was in so much pain, why he had a fever, why he was swollen, etc. They kept him that day and evening to watch and he started to get better. They tested him for strep and the flu and both came back negative. So, they asked us if we wanted to stay the night or go home and we opted to go home since he was acting like himself again. He was joking around, eating, walking, no fever, etc. The ER nurse gave him a baloon that did kind of look like Gavin and Dylan said, I'll call this Gavers. How cute is that?
Anyway, they gave us an antibiotic and he has been fine since. How strange was that, not to mention how scary. When I arrived in IA City it must have looked like I was hit by a train because I was crying so much and my eyes were swollen.
