Life interrupted.

March 6, Needville.

Nicolas was admitted into Driscoll Children's Hospital in Corpus Christi on Wednesday with severe dehydration caused by an acute stomach virus infection.
Basically my worst nightmare.
He'd started vomiting everything including water the day before; I'd taken him to an after-hour clinic and he seemed to be doing better, he wasn't vomiting anymore; the next day, Wednesday, he started vomiting again and deteriorated rapidly after that, becoming lethargic to the point where he was but a rag doll when we rushed to the nearest clinic ten miles away, only to be sent directly to the hospital.
A simple diet of white rice water and low doses of fluid might have prevented the whole debacle. I failed as a mother as well.
He was given an IV and I spent the night with him at the hospital, and Fridman and Dylan in a motel nearby. He was discharged at 5 PM Thursday and we drove directly to the next town where the circus was, 60 miles away.
Only it is not over yet.
We discovered Dylan laying in his own vomit this morning, and later Nicolas started vomiting again after breakfast.
Life as I know it is all but interrupted; nothing counts but to make them well again.