Let me start off by telling you that we love Disney. Maybe it’s inspired by my niece Danielle’s obsession with all things Disney or because the girls grew up watching Disney movies and playing with princesses. Whatever the reason, we’ve been there several times and have always had a positive experience. This time around was different.
We planned the trip with my sister in law and her family as a way to celebrate Olivia’s first birthday. Liv’s cousin and baby BFF is less than 3 weeks older than her and we wanted to do something special for them. Disney was the natural choice!
An extra special trip
When we had the dates picked out, I decided that I wanted to gift a ticket to my mom for Christmas (yes this trip been booked and paid for since before the holidays!). We never went as kids so I wanted her to come for the first time. Eventually my sister said she wanted to come and our vacation turned into a big family trip.
I was so excited to get to show my mom and my sister how fun and special Disney was to us. My sister has never been either so they looked to us to plan all the fast passes and character dining. Not only were we celebrating Olivia’s first birthday, but Jaime turned 12 on our trip and my sister’s husband had a birthday too! It was going to be extra special!
Everything started out as I imagined. Getting to see the castle and the characters through the kids eyes is so much fun. It was rainy and cold the first 3 days, but we made the best of it. I was excited for the sun to finally come out so I could put Liv in all the cute outfits I bought and take pictures.
On Wednesday, we headed to Animal Kingdom in the morning to hop on the Kilimanjaro Safari ride. The sun was finally shining and it was a beautiful day. We saw alligators, hippos, giraffe, lions, a cheetah, elephants, and more. The ride was super bumpy so Liv was holding on to me most of the time.
And that’s where it all goes downhill …
Towards the end of the ride, right as we were about to get out of the car, she threw up all over the $50 Minnie Mouse sweat jacket I had just bought. We rushed her out of the truck and got cleaned up as best we could. In hindsight, the Disney employee directing everyone off the cars never even came over to see if we needed help.
Initially I thought maybe it was the ride itself, but as we walked towards the bathroom to wash our hands, she vomited again. That’s when I started to worry. Could it be the stomach bug? I’d heard that is was going around Disney a while back so we tried to be extra careful about watching hands and not touching things.
She vomited again outside of the bathroom so Anthony and I decided it was best to leave the park. I got really upset and walked away from the group with the baby so the kids wouldn’t see my crying. While we were off to the side, she vomited again. I was so sad to leave my girls, but I knew they were in good hands with my mom, my sister, and her husband ( all of which who have never been to Disney before so they had to navigate the park on their own).
The only time I felt really scared
As we started to walk towards the exit, she vomited again. The poor thing was just bringing up bile now and it was awful to watch. We decided to head to the first aid center instead of the exit so we popped in to a store to ask where it was. A nice man walked us there and as we followed him, I felt the baby go limp in my arms. I asked my husband if she was ok and he looked worried. For a split second I wasn’t sure if she was breathing and I was terrified. We stopped and after a minute or so she opened her eyes and I felt so relieved. It was one of the scariest moments of the whole day. She was out of it at this point. So exhausted from vomiting. And there was nothing left in her. We tried to give her water as much as possible, but she would vomit each time.
Inside the first aid center, we went over what happened and they gave us some water. We were told to stop giving water to the baby and to let her tummy rest. This was contrary to what everyone else would tell us later that day and in the days following. I was trying my best to keep my composure, but tears kept welling up. We were able to schedule a ride back to the hotel and were given some towels to take with us in case she vomited again.
Our ride was a Lyft service and we only had 5 minutes to get to the exit. We tried to hurry, but she got sick again so we had to stop and take care of her. Twice the Lyft driver left before we were able to get to the pick up point. We were trying to schedule another ride when a Minnie Van driver pulled up and dropped someone off. My husband asked him if he could please take up back to the hotel and explained the situation. Thankfully he did and we were lucky to find out that he was an EMT so he told us about Disney’s 911 service. It’s totally free and they’ll come to the hotel. So we called them when we got back and an ambulance pulled up outside the lobby. They asked us a bunch of questions, took her temperature and we were told we could either take her to urgent care or go straight to the emergency room.
I assumed we were dealing with the stomach bug so we figured it would run its course. I said no thank you to waiting for hours in a doctor’s office or emergency room and opted to go back to the hotel. My husband and I just prayed we weren’t the next ones to go down. We let her rest and pumped her full of water and electrolytes. We also gave her a bath because she stunk like vomit. She continued to vomit until about 6:00 in the evening and then slept on and off until the morning.
A day of waiting
In the morning we called Disney 911 again because she wasn’t perking up as much as we had hoped. They took her temp and still nothing. This time we accepted transportation to the urgent care center just to be safe. She was super sleepy and barely opened her eyes all morning. We got to urgent care around 9:45 and didn’t leave until 3 hours later. The doctor there checked her lungs and ears. Both were clear. He checked her throat with a tongue depressor and she gagged and vomited again. He thought her throat looked kind of red so he wanted to do a strep test and test for the flu. (I don’t know how, but someone needs to invent a better test for strep). He shoved the swab in her mouth and she ended up coughing in his face. The doctor actually jumped back and said “ugh!” Pretty professional, huh? When he was done he literally ran to the bathroom and started washing his face and hands. My husband and I just laughed. Maybe he doesn’t have kids. The flu test was easier thank goodness. Just a swab in the nose.
We waited for those results, but both came back negative. He said we had two options – we could give her tamiflu (even though she tested negative for the flu) or go straight to the ER for further testing based on her demeanor and the fact that sometimes tests can give you a false negative. He said parents throw the word ‘lethargic’ around quite a bit to describe sleepy kids, but that he considered Olivia to be the true definition. I knew I wasn’t going to give her meds so we opted for the ER to be safe.
Liv’s first trip to the ER
When we got to the emergency room, she was seen fairly quickly and we waited in a triage room for a doctor to come by. We were asked all the same questions and they checked her temp and listened to her lungs. When the doc came in, she recommended an IV to get her hydrated again. The one thing I was terrified to hear. How the heck are they going to stick a needle in my baby’s arm? How are they even going to find a vein? She’s so tiny!! And what about when she screams and cries? She’s never going to just sit there and keep her arm straight.
Thankfully it all happened pretty fast and both nurses were so sweet. I asked them if they had ever done this to a baby before and they assured me that they have. I held her while they tied off her arm to find a vein. The tiniest little vein. I couldn’t watch so I turned my head and held her as tight as I could. I felt her body stiffen and she let our a big cry, but we did the best we could to comfort her. I held up fine while the nurses were there, but as soon as they left, I was a puddle of tears.
They had to put a board on her arm so that she wouldn’t bend it. And it was all wrapped up in a yellow bumblebee bandage. She got hooked up to the IV and it ran for an hour while she slept in my arms. They also tested for the flu again and took some blood.
Liv’s first ambulance ride
Eventually the doctor came back in after the IV stopped and told us that she wasn’t responding as well as they hoped so she recommended that Olivia be admitted to the children’s hospital in Orlando for more testing. I was crushed. My poor baby. She had been through so much already and now we had to spend our last day in Disney in the hospital.
They wanted to do one more round of fluids before the ambulance came. Another hour went by while she slept. I was getting anxious at this point. I just wanted to know what was wrong with my baby! After that bag finished she ended up having some explosive diarrhea. I was undressing her and cleaning everything up when the ambulance arrived. I didn’t even have another outfit because I had no idea we’d be out all day.
I was told to just keep her in the clean diaper because they were going to hook her up to something. You should have seen the giant gurney they had for such a tiny baby. It was all happening so fast. They put these little sticky things on her. Two on her chest and two on her legs I think. She was put on the gurney and now she was crying because there were a bunch of strangers all around. She started to get really upset so the one gentleman squirted a small thing of sugar water in her mouth to try and calm her down. It worked momentarily, but she was still scared. It broke my heart to see her bare little body all strapped in. On top of all that we were told that only one of us could ride with her in the ambulance. And not even in the back!! I had to sit up front while my baby girl was strapped to a gurney in the back with 2 strangers.
Once I was in the ambulance, I heard them bring her in the back and she cried a little, but was silent for the rest of the ride. I tried to peek through the little window, but only saw the back of the gurney. We finally made it to the hospital and I watched and they wheeled her out of the back of the ambulance. She looked even smaller to me now. She was quiet until she caught a glimpse of me in the elevator. My mama heart was being ripped out.
Hospitals aren’t a good place to rest
We were finally in a room and I could hold my baby again. They took off the yellow bumblebee bandage and put on a stiffer arm cuff so that she wouldn’t bend her arm and she was hooked up to the IV again for more fluids. I still had no clothes so they gave me a hospital gown for her. My arms ached from holding her all day. I called my sister to see if she could bring us some clothes and a toothbrush. My girls were texting me and they were so sweet asking if we were ok. They missed their baby sister and were worried for her. I am so so thankful that my mom and sister were there to keep everyone busy, but I still felt bad that they had to do everything on their own.
We spent most of our time in the hospital just waiting. Waiting for someone to come in and tell us what they thought, when we were going to see some test results, and when we could go home because we had a flight to catch the next day. We passed the time watching her sleep and trying to get some rest ourselves. If you’ve ever stayed in a hospital you know it’s not a place to get rest. They came in every hour or so to check on her. The hospital room was great, but the couch where parents are supposed to sleep was too far away from the baby. I tried to sleep but every time she coughed or whined, I jumped off the couch to check on her.
Our last day
The next morning around 7:00 a.m. the sun began to peek through the blinds and I knew we’d have to be up for the day. My husband and I were anxious because they still hadn’t told us anything. It was Friday now and she hadn’t vomited since Wednesday evening so we were hopeful. Around 10:00 we tried to give her a bottle and she threw it right up. My husband and I looked at each with this ‘oh crap!’ face. When the doctor finally made her rounds, we were nervous she was going to make us stay the day and we’d miss our flight home. She told us that the baby was doing better because she was having regular wet diapers now and she seemed more alert. She also told us that the flu test came back negative again, but that she did test positive for something called the Corona virus. It’s like a common cold for you and me, but can be harder on babies and older people. It’s an upper respiratory virus though so I was confused about why she’d be vomiting so much. We told the doctor about the bottle that she just threw up and she was hoping it was just an isolated thing. She said we should try to give her a little more about an hour or so later and if she kept it down, we could go home. Can I tell you how nervous we were giving her that bottle? I looked at her and whispered, “you gotta keep this one down baby girl so we can get out of here.” Thankfully she did and we got the ok to go home.
As if all that wasn’t bad enough
Eventually we were discharged and made it back to the hotel. We had about 2 hours to sit back and relax while we waited for the Magical Express bus to take us to the airport. As if we hadn’t been through enough already, our flight was delayed because of windy weather back home. The flight itself was the roughest one I’ve been on because of the wind too. The landing was pretty jarring. I couldn’t want to get off that dam plane and back home in my bed. By the time we got on the road, it was well after midnight. We were all exhausted!
We spent most of the day Saturday doing laundry and letting the baby sleep as much as possible. Sunday she seemed a little better. There were times she would start to play and then cry. She would smile here and there, but she just wasn’t herself. She was drinking her bottle fine and no more vomiting … until bedtime. She threw up her bottle and was like, “are you kidding me?” All over her crib, her blanket, the floor, my bed skirt. It stunk in my bedroom! I felt sick to my own stomach thinking we might have to go back to the hospital!
I called the answering service for my pediatrician and a nurse called me back. She didn’t seem super concerned about her vomiting again as long as she was still having wet diapers. I just couldn’t understand why she was having so many stomach issues with an upper respiratory virus. I made an appointment with my pediatrician for this morning and voiced my confusion to her. She agreed that she probably also has some type of stomach bug and prescribed Zofran to help settle her tummy and get rid of the nausea and hopefully stop any more vomiting.
So that’s where we are at now. I am hoping that as each day passes she’ll get stronger and start feeling better. She lost a little weight so we gotta fatten her up before her first birthday this weekend! Fingers crossed there is no more vomiting. And if I never have to see another doctor again I will be more than happy!