Yes, you it read right. A "bug" hit our house, and it wasn't the "Lovebug"! This terrorist visited us Wednesday morning and didn't leave until yesterday. It began with vomiting (apologies for the candor) on Wednesday and then headed "south". I know I changed well-over 50 diapers from Wednesday night through Friday.
Friday night, we ended up at Cook's Southlake. Here's what happened: Greg left the house and was gone about 10 minutes. JP began shaking as if he was having chills. So, I called Greg in a panic and told him to come home. I noticed JP was sort of despondent and his lips began to turn blue - so, I phoned 911. Greg fought through rush hour traffic, made it home, and we called to see where the paramedics were. Long story short, we punted the paramedics, loaded up the kiddos, and hotrodded the minivan to Southlake. Someone should have taken a picture b/c I left the house in a furry - no shoes and socks, and JP wearing only a diaper! What a scare! But, I'm grateful to have such a calm, Nascar-like husband! As JP continued to shake, I prayed over him and sang praise songs, pleading with God to heal him. He did just that! God is Jehovah Rapha-The Lord our Healer! JP underwent some blood tests confirming the virus and received IV fluids due to being severely dehydrated. He's a tough little guy! After hitting Zaxby's on the way home, we all hit the sack.
Shout out: The staff at Cook's Southlake could not have been better to us! Thanks Patrick for the green socks!
