And approximately an hour after opening presents he threw up 3 times and had diarrhea. So by lunch time we were at Urgent Care and gastroenteritis was diagnosed. We spent the rest of the day working hard to get fluids in him and he just got more and more pitiful. He was puny, but not puking, so we headed to NC the next day. All he did in the car was sleep or stare out the window and he barely ate or drank anything. His fever also spiked and stayed really high. The next few days were full of fever, sleeping, crying, and very little food or drink. His fever broke but a rash developed and he was still super pitiful so we headed to Urgent Care in NC. The final tally: gastroenteritis, roseola, acute bronchitis which was attached to the two weeks of congestion (got antibiotics), and cutting two molars. So this picture pretty much sums up our week: