Although we checked him out of the hospital last Wednesday (it just occurred to me that I never wrote down the whole story - sorry but can't tell it again right now. Too traumatic. Suffice it to say he was very, very ill.) and brought him home, seemingly back to his old self - he suffered a bit of a set back starting on Sunday. His condition continued to worsen and last night we had another night of hell.
His breathing was poor, his stomach was swollen and painful. His poo was, well, less than solid, let's say. He was lethargic and feverish. We suffered together through the night and brought him back in to the doc's first thing this a.m.
Apparently he has contracted a new infection, probably picked up during his hospitalization. He may or may not be suffering from a re-inflammation of of his pancreas, too. They are running new blood work to find that out and we should know tomorrow.
In the meantime, I have him at home, under watch and as you can see here - sick as he may be - he's still up for some smooching with Mama.
Mama, however, is not feeling up to very much at all. See below. I think I've had about 10 hours of sleep in the last three days. Not enough for a preggy. Not nearly enough. Ah, the things we do for our kids.
2 comments:
oh man... love and hugs to both Mama and Moet (and your little chicken, who is getting a sneak preview of what a great mommy you are.).
oh... poor moet! my first time on your blog and i was brought to tears by your ordeal! i know how you feel, both my babes have given me the scares of my life in their early lives. sending sweet thoughts...
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