One week later I was sitting in the living room when I noticed that Dylan was still sleeping it was 11am which is unusual because he's usually up by 9. A few minutes later I heard noise coming from upstairs so I went to go see if Dylan was okay. when I went into Dylan room I found him sitting is bed wearing weak expression and sweating more than usual "hey champ what's the matter"? I asked "I don't feel good daddy my tummy hurts"! Dylan replied hoarsely. I went to go get the thermometer and when I came back Dylan had emptied the contents of his stomach onto the floor after checking to make sure he hadn't gotten any on hiself I made him lay back down as I cleaned his mess most people would be disgusted and on the verge of vomiting themselves but sadly I had grown used to this. I sighed when I took the thermometer out of Dylan's mouth and it read 101.9 meaning I would half to take him to the emergency room and I absolutely hated hospitals all they did was bring back bad memories. After I called to Dallas to let her know I was taking Dylan to the ER I got Dylan ready not bothering to change him out of his pjs and headed to hospital. When we got to the ER we didn't have wait thankfully I guess that one perk to being a "celebrity". It turns out Dylan has the flu and is severely dehydrated they have an iv in his arm so they can give him fluid to keep him hydrated and sadly he has to stay in the hospital for about two days I felt so bad watching his weak helpless little body hooked up to machine as he slept in the hospital bed knowing there was nothing I could to make him feel better killed me. "you want me to stay with him for a little while? I know you don't like hospitals" Dallas asked she had rushed over when I told her he was staying overnight " thanks dal but no im going stay I just want make sure he's alright" I replied Dallas nodded before she decided to go home. Once Dallas left I sat in a chair beside Dylan's bed and let my mind wander to why I hated hospitals I the first place.
*Flash Back*
It was a week and a half before Dylan's first birthday and demi had seemed more tired then usual that day. Demi was curled up on the couch under a heavy quilt fighting sleep attempting to watch Dylan who was in his playpen being captivated by some children's show " angel are you feeling okay"? I asked even though I knew the answer "not really" demi said weakly "why don't you go upstairs and take a nap maybe you'll feel better when you wake up'' I suggested "carry me"? she asked I didn't answer I just went over and placed one arm under her legs and another around her waist then carried her bridal style up the stairs to our room and placed her in bed. "Thank you" she whispered as I kissed her forehead and then headed to down stairs to find Dylan standing in his playpen as I got closer to him his lifted his arms wanting me to pick him up. I lifted him out the crib and placed him the floor and her automatically started running toward the stairs as I quickly chased after him "ma"! he shouted hitting the gate the blocked him from going up the stairs "mama is sleeping why don't we go play outside"? I asked picking him up off the ground and heading toward the back yard hoping demi would feel better. It was the day of Dylan's first birthday and demi was still very ill she was experiencing terrible night sweats although she was freezing during the day she had a fever that just didn't seem to want to go away and seemed to loose some weight she believes its just a bad case of the flu and says the weight loss is just from her barely eating since she's been sick. Since demi was sick we decided not to do anything big we decided that would just invite our families over and cut a cake for Dylan. "happy birthday champ" I said to Dylan who was bouncing happily in his crib "dada" he cried happily as he held his arms up. I carried him over to our room and placed him on our bed as he crawled over to demi who was sitting up half asleep her eyes opened and her face lit up as she saw Dylan crawling on to her lap he leaned up on his knees taking her face in his tiny hands and squishing them together causing her to make a fish face "ma"! he shouted while bursting into a fit of giggles demi smiled and kissed her forehead " happy birthday baby boy" she said placing kissed all over his face even when demi was sick Dylan could make her whole day. It was later on in the day and demi had managed to shower and get dressed while wilmer fed Dylan who was now napping while wilmer lye in bed with demi cuddle in his side sleeping. Wilmer was surprised when the heard the doorbell ring because they weren't expecting anyone to be there for another hour. But he wasn't surprised when he opened the front door to find Dianna demis mom standing there "sorry I know im early I just came to see if you needed help or anything" Dianna said as Wilmer led her into family room " I do need to pick up the cake in half an hour and I don't demi will be up anytime soon so you can watch Dylan" Wilmer stated "she's still that bad"? Dianna stated worriedly Wilmer nodded "she doesn't show any signs of getting better and she so stubborn so she still refuses to go to hospital, but I told her if she still this bad by tomorrow im taking her to hospital weather she likes it or not"! Wilmer stated becoming upset at his wife's stubbornness. An hour later Eddie,Dianna,Madison,Wilmer's sister Talia and a very pregnant Dallas and her husband mike were all at the lovato/valderama house hold. "There's my adorable nephew" Dallas gushed as she took Dylan out of Dianna's arms. Demi had awaken to all the noise coming from down stairs an slowly made her way down to the family room. "hey there sleeping beauty" Dianna joked as demi entered the room "hi guys" demi said weakly as she sat beside Wilmer Dylan who was on the floor with Dallas wiggled out of her gripped an wobbled over to demi who picked him up and held him in his arms as he buried his face in her neck demi laughed as she felt Dylan grab her boob for comfort as he always did but demi always found hilarious that her own son would grope her in public. Later on after they had served the cake everyone was watching in amusement as Dylan was shoving as much cake as he could fit into both his little hands into his mouth, But Wilmer noticed that demi was standing against a wall with most of the color drained out of her face "dems are you alright"? Wilmer asked worriedly as he walked over to his wife "yeah im fine I just need to sit down" demi lied currently her head was pounding her heart beat was in her ears and she could barely breathe as demi tired to move over to the couch everything in the room got ten times louder and she was breathing heavier but before demi could make it to couch everything went black as she fell to the ground unconscious. Everybody gasped as they witnessed demi fall into unconscious Wilmer rushed over to her trying to get to regain consciousness when she didn't respond Eddie called the ambulance.
Wilmer never thought this would be the beginning of his hatred of hospitals...............
