I Should Have Known Better

I should have known better than to think that my "perfectly planned" weekend would be such.
It started this morning, when we were up bright and early (6am) for the Aids Walk and Ride Rest Stop.
I came downstairs to find 8 piles of vomit and very sick puppy. It looked like she has ate a part of a plastic toy, but I thought she had thrown it all up. Previous experiences have taught us not to over react, so we decided to go ahead and take her with us. Maybe she was just upset and would calm down.
9am- she's still vomiting and not looking so hot. Luckily, we have a Vet School friend who advised us to take her into the doctor now so we didn't have to end up in the ER later.
10:30am- Vet checks her out, gives her fluids and tells us to wait.
3:00pm- I try to give her a few drops of water because I can tell she is really dehydrated. 10 minutes later, she throws up again. Than she starts to shake, obvious signs of pain.
So Mama and Lucy head to the local ER, where they take her for x-rays and blood work. Two hours later, I get the news that surgery looks needed.
So, I'm sitting here after a long, expensive day feeling weighted. It's hard to feel helpless.