SIX days, six loooong days we were in the hospital. Davy ended up having the flu as well as the UTI, so she was pretty sick. By day six, I asked for Davy to be released. She hadn't thrown up in a day and half and she didn't have a fever. It was getting to the point where Davy would freak out if anyone in scrubs would walk into the room. She was getting no sleep because of constantly getting checked and we would get a new roommate every night. I guess I should say middle of the night as they always seemed to arrive at 3 in the morning.
So I made a mother executive decision and took her out of that place.
Which people usually say, mother knows best, well sometimes we don't. Cuz Davy started throwing up right after we got home. I was so bummed out. I really thought I made the right decision, then I thought maybe I was just ready to come home.
Long story short we didn't go back. She so far she hasn't thrown up today. So I think she is on her way up. She is still really lethargic and just wants to be held. But that I don't mind, i mean who wouldn't want to cuddle up with this chunk?