Avery was doing better since the really-crummy-super-sick-weekend-from-hell. But suddenly yesterday I realized she was dehydrated. She didn’t have to pee in the morning (or through the night), so I figured she’d pee when she got to daycare. But when I picked her up from daycare I learned that she hadn’t peed yet, and hadn’t wanted to drink water. She wasn’t eating. In the afternoon she fell asleep with her head on my knee while we were colouring on the floor together. Then she slept on me for an hour and woke up groggy and listless. I couldn’t get her to drink water. I couldn’t get her to eat. So we packed a bag and went to the after-hours walk-in clinic when it opened at 6pm.
We waited in the packed waiting room for 2 hours, and super-mom over here forgot to bring any toys and had a nearly-dead cell phone battery. Luckily Avery had brought along a doll whom she pretended was the real patient for the doctor we were going to see.
When we first arrived, it was standing room only. I held her and rocked for almost half an hour, and although she is SOOO much heavier than she used to be, it took me back to those long nights rocking her for hours in her room when she wouldn’t sleep detached from me.
When we finally got chairs, she sat next to me reading a reader’s digest magazine… It was adorable. She also cuddled with me quietly, sang quiet little songs, played with the little hands of her doll, and watched Planet Earth on the waiting room TV. She was such an ANGEL for the entire 2 hour wait. When we finally got called in to see the doctor, it was 8pm (which is after bedtime). We then had to wait another 15 minutes for the doctor to come in. She just sat on my lap and talked about how “baby” (her doll) was sick and needed a cuddle. But she was also happy. We chatted about going home and watching tv in bed together, and although she did keep asking to go home, she never once melted down when I said we couldn’t go home yet.
The doctor was absolutely lovely and great with kids. She told us she was looking for butterflies in Avery’s ears, and then had to listen to her tummy to determine what colour “medicine” she needed… After ascertaining that Avery’s favourite colour is yellow, of course we were prescribed yellow “medicine” (Gatorade…).
Anyway, after all that we were sent home with a recommendation to try icecream and Gatorade to get her hydrated. The doctor did validate me for my decision to bring her in, though, and said I was right to follow my instincts. She was dehydrated, and we needed to remedy that immediately. Thank goodness it didn’t require a trip to the ER. Turns out, Avery loves Gatorade. She drank so much of it last night that she had three pees in her potty through the night. Shes still tired and has no appetite, but I’m making chocolate pudding for her to have when she gets home from daycare and we’ll just cuddle, watch movies, and drink yellow Gatorade until she feels better.
I kept telling her how much I LOVED spending the evening with her in that waiting room, and I had fun going on a 9pm icecream run with her. When we got home, my wife asked her how the trip to the doctor went, and Avery said, “it was fun!”