We've had quite the weekend.
It started out great. Andy took me on a date on Friday Night we went to dinner and a movie and got Grandma and Grandpa Evanson to watch the kids. On the way home just as we were about to turn onto our road, Aubrey threw up, actually the correct word would be "sprinklered" in our car. There was puke EVERYWHERE. She was soaked, her car seat soaked. everything. soaked. stinky. gross.
All Friday night she woke up every hour on the hour, throwing up, heaving, gaging. We decided in the morning to take her to the ER. She couldn't keep anything down, it was so sad. So I took her in and they weighed her (9kg) gave her a Gravol suppository and some Pedialyte and sent us home. Finally some relief. Aubrey slept for a long time and we thought she was on the mend. In the middle of the night she woke up, we gave her a drink of pedialyte and she puked it up all over. We gave her another suppository and that seemed to work. PHEWF. So Sunday morning rolled around. Andy planned to stay home with Aubrey and I was going to take Will to church and teach my lesson.
We were eating breakfast and again, another time Aubrey threw up, change of plans. Andy took Aubrey into the ER and I still was going to go and teach my lesson and take Will to church. So we got ready. Then Andy called, they weighed Aubrey and she weighed 7.9 kg, that's 2 pounds, she lost 2 pounds in one night, which is alot when you're only 19 pounds to begin with! She was drying up, so dehydrated from all of the barfing and not being able to eat. So they decided to admit her and give her an IV. Change of plans again. So how was I supposed to get to the hospital in time to be with Aubrey? Who would teach my lesson? Where could I take Will?
I got on the phone, I knew most everybody that could take Will were most likely at church, I called my mom, not home, at church. I called some friends, they were going to family thing an hour and a half away, other friends had sick kids so he couldn't go over there. stress. building.
I decided to ditch my plan for Will and focus on who could teach my lesson. I called the Sunday School President in our ward, Brother Keith Francis. The second he came on the phone I was done, I burst into tears and could barely talk. embarrassing. He told me to forget about the lesson and that he'd go to the hospital and help give Aubrey a blessing.
I finally decided instead of trying to get a hold of my mom, I'd just take Will to her ward. She's in the nursery so that would just work out perfect. I headed over to her building with Will, and took him to the nursery. Mom isn't there. I went up the Relief Society Room. Mom isn't there. WHAT?! Where could she be? I tried the phone in the hallway, called her house, she picks up. I told her what was happening and she said that she felt she needed to go home from church, which was weird, but she went home anyways. So I hurried to drop Will off at her house and raced to the Hospital. I walked in and Andy was holding Aubrey in the Trauma Room in the ER. She saw me and started crying and so did I. Brother Francis was in the room and got there just before I did. I held Aubrey. Andy and Brother Francis annointed her head and gave her a blessing, it was beautiful. peace.
Aubrey stayed in the hospital for 2 nights and is now home. They put us in the Palliative Care Room and it was great. It was like having our own private suite in the hospital. We appreciate the work of the doctors and nurses that helped our little lady. We also appreciate Brother Francis and his service to us. We also appreciate the Priesthood in our lives and how it can make a hospital room feel like a sacred place.
