The whole story. The good the bad the ugly

First off, want to say that all is well and we are home from the hospital.

Like you know from reading my past posts, the kids have been sick.  Seemed like a yucky tummy flu/gastro.  This all started at 2am Monday morning with Quinn vomiting in his bed.  The day was filled with both he and Shiloh not being able to keep anything down.  It wasn't until their bed time that we were concerned.  Once they both developed a fever, Sean and I decided to take them to the hospital.  Fast forward 2 days.  (the whole story was written in a past post called I hate vomit)
It was Wednesday afternoon when the doctor from the emergency room called out home to check on the kids.  (can you say amazing doctor?!)  When we told him that Shiloh seemed to be feeling better, but Quinn was still very lethargic without having a fever, he said to bring him right back for him to reassess and see if maybe he missed anything.  So I did.  After seeing him and talking on the phone to a pediatrician from a different hospital, he decided that it would be the best idea for me to take him over to see that doctor, and that he would be able to treat him maybe in a better way since he's a infant/child doctor.  Oh, I forgot to mention that I was alone with Quinn since Sean had stayed home with Shiloh.  Got Quinn back to the van, and damn it we had an empty gas tank!  Had to go and get gas.
Back on our way across town to the other hospital.  Because he wasn't feeling well I was talking to Quinn and kept asking if he was OK.  I would always get a "yes momma" from him.  We were about 3 minutes from reaching the hospital when I heard a funny crunch noise you can make with your throat.  (hard to explain)  I asked him again, "you OK sweetie?" when he didn't answer I looked back and saw that he was having a seizure.  OMG!  My little boy is having a seizure!....pull over, 4 ways, grab blackberry call 911, while it was dialing jump out of the car, open door grab him out, OMG he's as stiff as a board and shaking, screaming at the 911 operator for help, frantically flag down a car, ppl come running, lady takes him, trying to stop crying enough to tell the operator what's going on, lady gets in my car with Quinn, she says he stopped shaking and is sucking thumb, man is trying to calm me down, call Sean and he yells omg, I'm on my way, seeming like a life time for the ambulance to come, finally they come, Quinn is taken in to the back, questions questions questions, hand my keys over trustingly to man to drive my van to the hospital for me, Quinn worries the paramedic by stiff arms that are in the position that one might look like while having a seizure (you know, arms bent straight up and stuck against chest with hands facing inward), I freak out get moved to the front seat so we can leave, get to the hospital.

Whew, now all of the normal stuff that you think would happen happens.  Quinn gets an IV which was horribly traumatizing for the little guy.  Wait for doctor.  He gets there checks him over, says he needs some more tests and that he will be moved to the pedi floor for a 3-4 night stay.  My parents get there a few minutes before we move.  Because they still didn't know what caused his seizure for the transfer we all had to suit up in special gowns, gloves, masks, the whole deal!  We looked so funny walking with Quinn laying in the bed passed out suited up, Shiloh sitting the edge of his bed suited up, Sean, my parents, the nurse, myself all suited up walking through the hospital.
We are put in to a isolation room and told all of the hospital procedures.  I did a quick trip home to pack a bag and Shiloh to bed.  My mom stayed with her.  Back to the hospital and Sean heads home to get some sleep.  I can't sleep so it was a long night.  At 4:30am Quinn starts to wake up and asks for a cuddle, by 5:00am he wants some juice and demands to watch a show on the TV.  Thank God.
For the next 24 hours he slowly starts to come back to being my normal little man.  Doctor decides that even though he is doing so much better, he wants to keep him for another day/night because he had a seizure.  Poor guy, Thursday was filled with tummy cramps and...well, you know.  Still, he wants to play and have books read to him.  He seems OK, so I finally feel OK to head home for a few hours sleep.  Sean stays the night and I go home for a few hours.
Friday 6am and more blood work is done.  We notice that Quinn is covered in red spots.  Common!
Doctor comes and says that the spots are just the way that some kids bodies react at the end of a nasty virus and say that he can go home!  He is concerned why he had the seizure though.  He said that he saw at least 100 kids come through this winter with the tummy flu, but Quinn was the only one who had a seizure because of it.  He wants us to see Endocrinologyst since he is concerned that he Quinn isn't processing his sugar properly.  He said that when someone gets sick and doesn't eat/drink for a few days, the body will then resort to turning the bodies fat in to sugar to keep the blood sugar level.  Quinn's didn't.  So, he thinks, maybe hypoglycemia?
So we will be seeing a specialist sometime in the near future, but until then we just have to make sure that he eats small frequent meals and keep those sugars up!

All I can say is the past week has been horrible, and the most stressfull thing I have ever been through.  I should be back now, and will keep you up to date as to what's going on with the Wilde-ones health.

Shannon