We were unsure at that point whether or not he'd have to stay the night. I was really hoping he wouldn't have to because he'd been upset and on the verge of tears for a bit when we first got there. He'd been convinced I was going to have to leave him there, and he kept asking me if I would come visit him tomorrow. It just about broke my heart, and I had to explain that what had happened when I had my pancreatitis (where I got admitted after going to the ER) would not necessarily happen to him. So I was keeping my fingers crossed while they drew blood, hooked him up to the monitor to check the oxygen levels in his blood, and pumped him with medicines.
The hospital pediatrician was wonderful. I adored her. After everything, she decided Alex didn't need to stay because he'd responded so well to everything. He still has to be closely watched at this point, which means we have a doctor's appointment in 90 minutes to see his pediatrician, because it could get worse, but we've caught it, thank God.
He seems better this morning, and actually wanted to eat a little bit of something, which is a good sign since he's had zero appetite since Wednesday. And at least it's spring break so he's not missing any school. He and I are missing the A's game we had tickets to tonight, but we'll just have a quiet night in, just the two of us instead.
