Monday morning we woke up and thought it would be another normal day. Jack had his bottle, we were all settled in to go back to sleep for a while and then he threw up, and up, and up, and up... well you get it, and I was covered in it. Even the dog got thrown up on. So we headed to the doctor's office because Jack was too tired to even sit up and still throwing up; definitely not his bubbly self.
They figured out that he had an intussusception which basically means that his intestines went inside themselves like a telescope colapses. We were sent to the hospital where they gave the poor little guy a barium enema. This helped to reverse the problem but it didn't correct it completely. So he spent the whole afternoon being a cuddly little sickey. That evening they did a little operation to finish fixing his problem and they took out his appendix while they were in there because they already had him opened up. So by 9:30 pm we were back in his Hospital room and on the road to recovery.
He's just out of surgery and still pretty knocked out from the procedure.
I'm letting all his well wishers know that he is out of surgery.

When Jess got to the hospital Tuesday morning, Jack was still not feeling too zippy. I ran home to shower and change since Daddy was there to be with Jack.

As the day wore on, Jack went up and down. He'd be pretty happy and move around a lot, then he'd feel his pain and have to rest for a while, but he was already leaps and bounds ahead of how he was all day Monday.
He was restful when Grammy got there...
but then he really started feeling better. He was pretty happy to look out the windows and throw things out of his crib. That evening they let us go home.
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