Two hospitals, a virus, and seven stitches. But don't worry... Mom's ok.

It's been a busy few days.  

It started on Friday (yes, the 13th) evening at California Pizza Kitchen, where Sully demonstrated his prowess in the Olympic event of projectile vomiting.  His distance was about four feet, and the volume was impressive as well.

As there was no fever, and it appeared he was otherwise okay, the doctor didn't think it was an emergency.  She instead offered some ideas on making his belly more comfortable.  Among them, a bottle of chamomile tea and a bath seemed to work best.

Day two brought another single Olympic training exercise, as did day three, both times as impressive as the first (he's gold medal material, we tell ya). Our doctor is really great about getting us in on short notice, so we saw her late on Monday evening.  She suspected that Sully had a virus and asked us to go the hospital sometime during the night to have some blood drawn.  We decided to go after Jon's soccer game (because, as is our MO, we were already late for the game).

Apparently, Jon didn't want to waste a trip to the hospital (he is really learning to multitask), so he managed to catch an elbow and open a rather nasty gash on his nose.  Again, I offered to stitch it up for free... again, he declined.

About 11:00 pm, we headed to the hospital closest to us, Valley Medical Center, to get Sully's blood drawn.  Hitting a vein in a pudgy, squirmy, sick two month old is a little like stabbing fishing line in bacon grease.  There were big tears and a trembling lip.  Sad, but so darn cute.  (For full view of "the lip", see the Sad Sully post earlier in the month.)  

After the blood draw, we walked to the ER to get some stitches for Jon.  The ER was packed, standing room only, looked like something out of a NYPD Blue meets ER syndicate.  Just think g-h-e-t-t-o.  (Really, I thought I was in New York City!) We decided to head up to Overlake Hospital, about 15 minutes away, in Bellevue.  It was a good decision, we were in and out of there in about an hour.

After all the trauma, dad still found time the next day to tidy up the house.  He's sweet like that.  I caught him and Sully doing a little vacuuming...

The cleaning must have worn Sully out; he slept for five hours in a stretch last night... in his crib!  Oh how I love my boys.