How Teague celebrated his 3 month birthday...

This is a little story about how baby Teague celebrated his 3 month birthday. Saturday, the day before his 3 month birthday was a normal old day. He went to bed without a fuss and an hour later he was crying (which is not normal for him - we usually don't hear him until the WEE morning hours). After I picked him up he vomitted all over me. After cleaning him up and putting him in new jammies, he vomitted again. We cleaned him up and then he vomitted again. Now I knew something was wrong and it was more than "I am mad that you let me cry in my crib". So I called the Melrose Hospital and they suggested that I give him pedi-lyte every half hour to keep him hydrated and if he continued to vomit to bring him into the ER. So at 11:00 at night I grabbed my purse and off to Walmart I went. When I got home he was dry-heaving and when offered a bottle with pedi-lyte, he vomitted that as well. I was beside myself because I just felt so awful for him. So off we went to the Melrose ER. The Dr. there basically took one look at him and said "he needs to be seen at the St. Cloud ER" - which sent me into a pile of tears. The Dr. said "I can see that he hurts and I am not sure what from". He was worried about his herniated belly button and the possiblity of a bowel obstruction. So at 1:00am we arrived at the St. Cloud Hospital ER (which turned out to be extremely entertaining - all things considered - on the weekend of SCSU's homecoming - wow, drunk college kids are annoying, yet wildly entertaining!). We were admitted and Teague had an ultrasound to check for pyloric stenosis, a chest and abdomen X-ray to check for the bowel obstruction and an IV (POOR POOR baby) to rehydrate him and blood work. It all came back negative (thank you Lord), he just had a bad flu bug. So at 6 am they discharged us and we came home where we had spotty sleep most of Sunday. He seemed better, but he was not eating a thing and by 6 pm Sunday night he was very lethargic and refused to eat a thing. He looked quite sad and pathetic, which broke both mine and Ryan's hearts. We all took our turns crying - Teague and Mama with Ryan comforting us, Ryan and Teague with me comforting them. It was pure hell. Finally with Teague screaming, we took a medicine dropper and one ml at a time put breastmilk in his mouth. After doing 1/2 ounce every 1/2 hour for 3 hours he perked up and seemed to be doing better. Last night I slept with him all night offering him food anytime he stirred. Today I finally have my baby back. He is a cooing, smiling, oggling, little booger. I LOVE having my happy baby back. However, I feel exhausted now that I am feeling like I can relax again. So now it is catch up time for me!