we thought we were through the woods...

So, remember how it seemed like everyone was sick?  It feels like yesterday to me.  But, we've actually been healthy for a little while. 

Easter Sunday, however, Rafa had been in the play room and came into the dining room complaining that he hit his head on the chair and asking me to blow on it to make it feel better.  Poor guy then climbed in my lap and snuggled for awhile.  We were talking with Oma and Gong-Gong about how he's our snuggler and how sweet it is and how we should cherish this time because he won't always want to snuggle, and then he puked. 

So, we started interrogating a 2.5 year old to try to figure out how hard he had hit his head and cross-examine him to try to figure out what really happened.  At this stage, I would say it was only a mild panic that he had had a concussion or some other brain damage.  I called the nurse on call and we went through a litany of questions and tests (can he walk straight, focus eyes, does he have weak arms, is it difficult to wake him, etc.).  He was super tired, but seemed to be okay on everything else.  She told us that if he throws up again to go to the ER, but otherwise it sounds like he'll be fine.  30 minutes of cartoons later and he seemed to be better, so we didn't worry too much.  Not too much. 

We let him sleep through the night and he seemed to be better in the morning, so we left for work.  Around mid-morning we get the call from the nanny that he threw up again.  So, off to the ER we go.  I admit it, I was pretty nervous.  OK, more than pretty nervous.  I called a sweet friend who said she went through the same thing with her daughter and hopefully it's just a stomach bug.  I was so nervous, that it hadn't even occurred to me that it might be a stomach bug!  I'm operating on very little sleep these days, so the brain's not fully functional.  And sometimes the emotions have a stronger influence.

After a little poking and prodding at the ER and many more questions, we learn that it's highly unlikely that he has a brain bleed, and it's probably just a stomach bug.  Today is three days later and Rafa is in good spirits, lots of energy, started eating again, and back to normal!  Yippee!!

And, too good to be true.

Once we arrived home from a delightful music class, BabyOscar decided to relieve himself of his lunch, his snack, and his dinner...  And so it begins again...