Amusingly enough (hey, you have to find humor where you can in these things), the questions posed to us at the doctor's office and the ER both went something like this. 1) what's his name and what seems to be wrong today and 2) (said with a nervous look towards my abdomen) and when are you due? Everyone seemed a little scared that I was going to give birth on the spot or something.
Anyway, when we got to the ER, they informed us that they were going to try oral rehydration instead of IV. I guess that's what they prefer to do, since kids tend to not be such big fans of being stuck with needles. So they gave him a Zofran tablet and gave us a bottle of Gatorade, and we got to give him increasingly larger amounts of the Gatorade over the span of 45 minutes. When he kept it all down, they sent us home. While we were at the ER, Ethan did manage to have several disgusting diapers, including one that leaked all over Daniel's pants. Poor Daniel, the guy is just exhausted these days. He did not need a lap full of grossness to top it all off.
So now we're just waiting and hoping that Ethan will rehydrate soon. And hoping that New Baby stays put a while longer, because we are definitely in no shape to deal with a newborn right now.