It was Christmas day and now that we had our answer, we had to figure out what to do with it. The doctor took any decision out of our hands and had Rob admitted to the Peds ward at the hospital. Rob was a very very sick little boy. He had always been thin and tall for his age but with the virus he looked thin and sickly. He really had lost a lot of weight...a lot.
A big thing with the virus was that he couldn't keep anything down. They started an IV to keep him hydrated, but unfortunately he has my veins and is a really hard stick. The nurses helped us get him settled in. He felt so awful that he didn't put up any fight. All he wanted to do was to lay there.
We were still fighting the double ear infections too. The antibiotics that he was on wasn't even touching the infection. He did get a little relief when both of his eardrums ruptured. That released the pressure and the infection was able to drain out of his ears. They changed his medicine again and we finally started making headway on the infections.
What we had to do now was wait it out and pray that he got better instead of worse. Once again we took shifts being with Rob in his room. I have no idea how we would have gotten through it if my folks hadn't been there. On December 30th he finally turned the corner. Thank God! All of the medicines kicked in and his fever went way down. They watched him overnight one last time and then discharged us on December 31st...New Years Eve.
The week between Christmas and New Years 1996 is a total blur to us but we made it through. Rob being a normally healthy little boy bounced back very quickly. We all vowed that next year would be better. We have since learned not to think like that very often.
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