Haiti-riffic day.

Today has been a doozy.

First a ti (little) update on Josiah...

Josiah has been pretty sick.

We went to the doctor on Monday and he had some labs done and all the results pointed to a virus. No malaria (which is good because he's allergic to chloroquine), no typhoid (which is good because he got the vaccine when we were in the states and paid out of pocket, so I want it to work. (Okay, for all you people out there devoid of a sense of humor, that was SARCASM. I really don't want it to be typhoid because I don't want Josiah to have typhoid.) I don't care the cost. (Even if it was like $80.--- again, sarcasm. Don't worry, you'll learn.) But I digress... Doctor said he thought it was a virus. Sounded good to me. I had some assurance to give it a bit more time but felt confident it would clear up the moment I left the doctor. And yesterday he seemed to be on the mend. He was taking small sips of things.

But then the barfing started in again last night. And then the stomach acid barfing. And then the dry-heaves.

Morning rolled around. More of the same... Barfing, bile barf, dry heave. Repeat ad nauseam. (Pun intended.)

I finally buckled and gave Josiah the shot the doctor gave me to give him of anti-nausea meds if the barfing persisted (which I think I've established that we have.) He hated me for about 25 seconds after I gave him the butt shot, but then he fell asleep. This medicine did help with the nausea, however, it made him so dang tired that we couldn't get him to drink but just little, little bits. He woke from his drug-induced stupor about 4-5 hours later vomiting his little brains out, and quite freaked out because it was like the scene in 'Stand by Me' where the big kid from the pie-eating contest... well, you know.



Not wanting to waste any more time I high-tailed it over to the hospital with him. They did a dossier for him real quick and then we were seen fairly quickly in the urgency area. They got some info and decided to admit him.

So that's where he is now. He's in the peds ward at St. Michel hospital in Jacmel. I am not going to lie, this hospital has some reputation-problems for a good reason. (I won't mention its nickname around here.) It's sort of a last resort. But I didn't go there because I can't afford to take Josiah somewhere else. I took him there because he needed fluids and I could get them quickly there.

The big concern with Josiah is hydration. Poor little bugger can't hold anything down. Not even a teeny, tiny bit. This was a way to get him hydrated quickly and near our home while still getting some medical supervision.

So he's there all tucked in for the night. He's got my Ipod (with some Sesame Street videos on it), his new Mercy books and his Mercy pig. And oh yeah, his pillow and sheets and towels and stuff. (Cause you have to bring all that to the hospital here in this country-- they did, however, provide a mosquito net... go figure.)

So, tomorrow morning he's (hopefully) more hydrated and feeling better. Nick is on with him tonight but I will head back over tomorrow morning.

We'll keep you updates as we know more.