Lexi got sick on Sunday morning but seemed to be in perfect condition until about 1pm. She started throwing a fit on the floor screaming that her tummy hurt. That lasted for about 10 minutes and then she fell asleep. When she woke up a few hours later she seemed to be better...well for a few hours. At about 6 she got sick again, and just wasn't looking good. She was pretty lazy the rest of the day with a fever of 102.6 degrees. She got sick AGAIN at 7, and the Tylenol wasn't helping much. I took Monday off cause I couldn't imagine her feeling much better in the morning after getting sick all day long. Monday morning she slept until about 9 which is a miracle in itself. I think she would have actually slept longer but I woke her up, checking on her, cause it is so unlike her to sleep past 7am. She was pretty slow getting up and moving around. She would just move from one pillow to another on the living room floor because she couldn't get comfortable....finally she fell asleep on the ottoman with a towel?!

What ever works though, right? I tried getting her to drink all day but she would get sick every time she drank. I was really nervous about her getting dehydrated especially because she is so little. She seemed to be getting back to her old self by about 3pm on Monday afternoon. For a few hours anyways. She drank a couple ounces of water (not much, but better than nothing) and then got sick at about 7pm. When she got up on Tuesday morning, she was still dry, which means she hasn't gone to the bathroom since Monday morning around 11am. When my mom got to my house I took Lexi to the clinic just to be safe and make sure she really wasn't dehydrated. Well after we sat in the room for 20 min. the decided they had to do a catheter in to get some urine. After that they sent us to the lab where the had to try 3 times to get one vile of blood. Then for us back to the waiting game in the pediatricians room. After about 40 minutes the told us that they had to admit her to the hospital over night because her dehydration lever was 14/24. So we got into Lexi's hospital room and about 20 minutes later they began the shenanigans of trying 12 times to find a vein in my small little baby girl. I was so sad for her, she was so scared. After every time they tried to put the IV in she would cry and cry, and with the saddest face, say, "I'm done Mama, I'm done." I was so sad to see my little baby in pain, I couldn't help but cry. I mean I knew it would make her better and that they were trying to find a vein, but it's hard not to get mad and yell at them to, "FUCKING FIND A DAMN VEIN ALREADY, You all are basically torturing my child." Ok, ok, I didn't say that but I really, REALLY wanted to. The next morning at about 11am she was discharged and we went home. She was a bit of an ornery one for a few days after being stuck there, but I guess I would be too. I am just glad it is over!

On a side note........ Lexi's Nurse had the same name as me (spelled different), she was due on Lexi's original due date....AND she is naming her little girl Alexis! How weird is that? It was so crazy. I was ridiculously excited about it. I love stuff like that. How ironic. I was going to ask her if her husbands name was Adam, but I didn't want to ruin the moment! Ha!