My hospital stay

The weekend before daddy left, we spent the day in Poland (mommy had to pick up more of that pretty pottery stuff). On the way home, I got pretty sick. After the second or third time of getting sick, I had to wear daddy's t-shirt the rest of the way home since my clothes were pretty icky. A couple of days later, I still had no appetite and at that point couldn't keep fluids down so mommy thought it would be a good idea to just bring me in to the hospital so I could be checked out. Wouldn't you know, my levels were pretty poor so they decided to keep me at least 48 hours. Daddy was scheduled to leave the next day so we all stayed the night in the hospital. Mommy said it was a little easier to say good bye since we really bonded over daddy's stay and especially the night in the hospital. (Can you just picture mommy, daddy and me all cuddled up in a hospital bed?). Crazy! Here I am the first day not looking too perky. The next day I rebounded pretty well and was back to my normal self. A HUGE thank you to my doctor and all the nurses. Don't worry, I wasn't in this "crib" for long. Maybe only a few hours in the whole 48 hours of my stay.