We just got home from the hospital this afternoon after having spent about 36 hours there. Tuesday morning, Charlotte started throwing up again. I took her to the doctor's but the medicine they gave her didn't help. That night she threw up about every hour or two and I finally took her to the ER around 4:30 AM. It was horrible! Between watching them poke, prod and stick her with needles and listen to her cry and beg for water (they wouldn't let me give her anything to eat or drink since she was throwing up so much) it was a nightmare!
They finally got her on IV fluids and moved her to a pediatric room, where the kind nurses allowed us to give Charlotte Gatorade, which was an enormous relief. They kept her overnight for evaluation and more IV fluids and to make sure she was done with the vomiting. I cannot tell you how grateful I am that she is doing better. She was so lethargic and glass-eyed. She wasn't talking at all and barely moved.
I think she is definitely getting her spark back. Bil just went to the bathroom to take a much-needed and well-deserved bath. Charlotte ran to the bathroom when she heard the water running and tried to get in with her pjs on (have I mentioned that she totally loves baths again. I have no idea what changed her mind, but I am grateful). Anyway, I just heard her say, "Hey Daddy, are you naked?" Yes, she is back to her old self, I think.