our weekend: rhode island & the picu

Hi! I hope you all had a great long weekend!

Ours was... unexpectedly stressful. It started off perfectly wonderful, though. On Friday night, Jon took the big kids to his parents' beach house and I stayed back with the baby for the night. In the morning I got some awesome snuggles in the quiet, quiet house, and then she took a nap and I attempted  (and failed big time) to make latte art, because apparently I have no idea what to do with myself when I don't have 4 different people asking me to do things for them...

Snuggles with my baby

Latte blob

Looking too cute not to share. The bracelet, c'mon.

Later Saturday morning, Roo and I met Jon and the kids at the Roger Williams Zoo. As usual, we had a blast because that place is pretty awesome. Even Sunday morning was pretty normal. We played in the morning, went to the park and Ollie happily played basketball. He even rounded up a few girls to play with him, cause he's an all around  playa. Also, the little nugget took her first big girl ride in the stroller and though she looks unimpressed, she didn't make a peep so I'm pretty sure she was just taking it all in.

At the zoo

A dream she's had for two years come true!

We recently read a book about how zebras are attracted to black and white stripes and Peyton said she hoped we didn't run into any zebras because they's steal our baby.

My little zebra attraction.

D's first big girl walk

But later on in the afternoon, Ollie just got sick. It was kind of sudden and it was definitely scary. He was so hot, and there were seizures. When we finally got our hands on a thermometer it read somewhere in the 105 range. We rushed him to the ER, where they quickly decided to have him transported to the PICU at the children's hospital in Providence. We spent the night and most of the next day there.

When he woke up in the morning, our nurse discovered that he had pulled out his iv's. When she asked him what happened, O told her, "I'm ready to go home now!" They all got a real kick out of it.

She also told Ollie he needed to drink because he had pulled out his fluid iv. "I'll go get you some juice," she told him, to which he clicked his tongue, shot a finger gun at her, and said, "And some chicken nuggets!"

Facetiming Pey, who was thankfully distracted and showered with attention by Jon's awesome parents. 

Relaxing in the fresh air after being discharged.  

O is still home with me today, but besides some weakness from not eating and everything else, he's definitely turned the corner. Yesterday, he smiled for the first time since this all started and I realized I'd been holding my breath pretty much this whole time. It is an absolute relief to see him slowly become his silly, chatty, happy self once again. It sucks when your kid is sick. It just totally sucks. (The extra snuggles don't really suck, though.)

Beyond taking care of my O and scheduling doctor follow-ups, I've been spending my time obsessively running boiling hot laundry & Lysoling every surface of the house, rubbing Thieves on everyone's feet at night and shoving fruit and vitamins down everyone's throat during the day and reminding everyone to wash those hands in a desperate attempt to kill any germs and to keep everyone else healthy. I'm just hoping it's enough!

Cheers to your health, and to ours...
 Enjoy the rest of the week!