Under Pressure - Part II

So apparently Allen couldn’t handle the pressure either. Just as Owen was on the mend (after fourteen poopy diapers, six clothing changes, two bouts of vomiting, two baths and one trip to the doctors office all in a twelve hour period on Saturday), Allen became gravely ill beginning at 5:30 am on Sunday morning. At first we assumed that he would follow a similar trajectory as Owen, and after an initial vomiting spell, he’d be able to keep things down and be in fine spirits, although requiring a bathroom break every twenty minutes or so. That wasn’t actually the case. By noon, Allen became too weak to even make it to the bathroom, couldn’t keep down even the smallest sip of water and his pallor had turned grayish-white.

Fortunately, right about then Allen’s mom and her husband showed up for our Mother’s Day/Birthday brunch that we’d planned weeks in advance. They took Owen off in the stroller while I packed up Allen (with a bucket in tow) in the car and drove him to the doctor’s office, where he was given two IVs and some anti-nausea medication. We made it home by 5 pm to find Owen happily playing with Mom-mom and Grandpa Don. We exchanged presents while Allen sat in the fetal position and sipped water which miraculously he was able to keep down. He spent the rest of the evening lying on the couch.