Ephram woke up super sick on Sunday from the get go. It took several hours for things to settle down. And then he started sleeping.
Charlie's thing lately has been to draw pictures for everyone in the family when they are sad. Macie gets a lot of pictures since she cries often, like a typical newborn. Charlie made a sweet picture for Ephram when he got sick.
We offered Ephram Pedialyte, Gatorade, Sierra Mist, gingerale, popsicles, broth and jello. He refused to have anything but water. And wouldn't even take very much water. At one point we tried to trick him into drinking some Pedialyte. He was so upset about it that he stopped taking anything from us for several hours. And he was running a fever of 102.5. I was really close to taking him into the walk-in clinic because I was worried about dehydration with how sick he'd been. And then he woke up and happily took a popsicle.
And after that popsicle was gone, he had a second. And then a third. Finally, we started to see some wet diapers again. He still refused everything else except for the occasional popsicle and the occasional sip of water.
And he slept.
In fact, he rivaled Macie in how much he slept those first two days. Finally, 24 hours from his last episode had passed and we offered him food. He happily ate some crackers. In fact, he was so happy about it he ate quite a few. I was worried it was too many, but he did good.
And at the end of the night, he just woke up. And started being Ephram again. My little multitasker that can color with one hand, read a book with another, balance his water in his lap and occasionally stuff a cracker in his mouth.
But it didn't last long, and then we found him passed out again, with his coloring book in his lap.
In fact, for the next two days Ephram remained dilapidated. He would have little energy bursts for 10 or 15 minutes and then go back to sleep. I knew that he was really not feeling well, because he couldn't even stay awake to watch Cars 2.
I felt so bad for my little monkey. But, on Thursday night he returned to me. I was standing in the kitchen at the counter working on something. I heard the sound of a chair being pushed from the table and then turned around to see this.
He had to stay on the BRAT diet until Saturday. The poor boy was so sick of bananas, crackers, rice and applesauce. I think it will be awhile before he wants to eat any of those things again!
I'm so glad that he's feeling better. And that none of the rest of us got as sick as he did. And, for his sake, I hope we can wait another 2.5 years until that happens again!
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