[flickr id=”8579444004″ thumbnail=”medium” overlay=”true” size=”medium” group=”” align=”left”]Last week Kennedy got it. That nasty bug that spiked her fever and gave her some time over a bucket, and then in the bathroom.  It lasted about 4 days, during which she was mostly “okay”…able to eat crackers and keep down Gatorade.

She went back to school on Tuesday, and no one else showed signs of sickness. I thought for certain we’d avoided the curse of the “traveling” virus that would go from family to family.

Then, first thing yesterday.  6:30AM in the morning.

It struck Molly.

Hard.

So much harder than it hit Kennedy.

For over 12 hours she couldn’t keep anything down.

Nothing.

Not even sips of fluid.

By about 7PM I was really worried.  I checked her weight.

Molly is about 50″ tall and is about 48lbs – already severely skinny from her FTT.

At 7PM last night she weighed a measly 42.5 lbs.

Dark sunken eyes, bad color…she almost looked like a skeleton. She could walk to the bathroom, but barely. She asked for help getting back in bed.

Not sure of the next step I called a local 24hr nurse service and they confirmed my worries and we headed to the ER.

After an hours weight in a packed ER we finally got a room (the room reserved for psych cases that had no amenities like TV or phone, and whose chairs were weighted down and almost impossible to move.).

A lovely doctor stopped in the room before we even had her on the bed. Talked with us for a few seconds and ordered an IV drip and Zofran.  The IV tech was in the room about 1 minute later. It took a little work to find a vein, but find one they did.

Molly?  Took her first IV like a champ. There was a little whimpering, of course, but over all she was amazing.

A couple hours later, our Molly was back. Sparkling personality and all.

Amazing what anti-nausea meds and a liter of fluids can do for a girl.