Hospital Run

So Sunday night, Darrian starts complaining about his stomach hurting. No vomiting, no fever or anything, just upset stomach. We figure maybe he's a little plugged up, and that's all. But no, between Sunday night and Monday morning he demonstrates that he is not, in fact, plugged up. Everything is working fine (but it's not runny, so again, an atypical symptom for normal sicknesses). He continues to complain all day yesterday, at times doubled over and writhing and crying in pain. Finally last night we (I) took him to the hospital.

Of course, as soon as we get there he's walking around like normal, and I think that I'm an idiot. But while we were waiting, everything starts up again, so I felt vindicated (I was going to say happy, but it didn't really make me happy). The doctor finally comes in, and notes that his stomach is bloated. She orders some x-rays, and confirms that his intestines are "distended" (bloated. A funny aside, she asked Darrian if his stomach felt bloated and he just stared at her like she was speaking Portugese. I was wondering how many 4 year olds she knows who use the word bloated). She can't find any reason for the bloating, so she finally ends up sending us home, although she did give us the option of staying in the hospital over night. Darrian slept well, and feels better this morning, but still complaining on and off (to a lesser degree) of stomach pains.

We have no idea what's wrong with him, but we hope that it's passing. Not quite as brutal as Scott's throwing up story, but apparently it's not a good time to be a child of an Ulriksen.