The Way of the Cat

17 Jan

Time out for a bit of silliness.

This morning the cat sat in front of the water dish and yelled pitifully. The dish was full, so I ignored him. He came into the bathroom with me, and proceeded to drink from the spigot while I brushed my teeth.

The Squire came down for breakfast, and Eddie followed him into the kitchen to complain, alternately sitting in front of his dish and trying to climb The Squire’s trousers.

The Squire went over to the dish and discovered a piece of brown leaf, about the size of a nickel,  floating in the water. Once he pulled it out and showed it to the cat, Eddie sat down with a huge sigh and drank as if he hadn’t had water in days!

 

 

Update

13 Jan

Eldest Daughter called at 1:30 to say she was on her way home from Philadelphia, and about ready to drop in her tracks. She’d been up until very, very late waiting to see what was going to happen with the baby, and then she and Austin’s mum had tried to catch a few winks in recliners in the hospital room, with the baby unhappy and medical staff coming and going. She just called again to say our grandson had arrived at CHOP and the doctors are going to operate in the morning.

When I last visited with the kids, a week or so ago, things seemed to be going pretty well. Austin had gained a bit of weight, and even though he was still spitting up, it was no more than the usual baby stuff.  Early Thursday the baby started the projectile vomiting again, and was frantic with hunger. His mum would give him four ounces, and he’s shoot it across the room, and be rooting for more. Add to that the fact that he was becoming dehydrated and had dry diapers, and you have a very sick little boy.

When the kids first got to the hospital, the doctors were talking about an NG tube, which our grandson vetoed very firmly. If the food isn’t leaving Austin’s stomach, putting him (and his parents) through the insertion and cleaning of the tube was a waste of time. Another doctor suggested something else, and yet another came up with Plan C.

Dear God, let this surgery do the trick. Austin is three months old and only weighs 5 ounces more than he did when he was born.

 

Here We Go Again

12 Jan

I just received a frantic call from Eldest Daughter (at 4 PM EST) that she, Austin’s mum, and Austin were headed back to Philadelphia.  We’re talking at least a two hour trip, probably more in rush hour traffic, so – although she didn’t give me any details – we can assume we have one sick little man on our hands.

Not to make light of Austin’s problems, but there was a house fire in Baltimore today which killed nine children, from 8 months to 11 years old, and left the mother and two other children in critical condition. The house is in such dangerous condition because of fire damage that firefighters are having to search for the bodies by hand.

Lots and lots of prayers needed in our neck of the woods.

Back Home and Much Better

7 Jan

After a trip to Children’s Hospital of Pennsylvania (CHOP) Austin is home and doing much, much better. He is not throwing up as much, and seems more alert and interested in what’s going on around him.  He still throws up some, but babies do, and it’s not nearly as bad as it was. He has also gained a few ounces, which is a Good Thing.

His dad has been released from the military and is back at his day job with the electric company.  So far this winter we’ve had only two days of snow flurries, but I know that won’t last, but he bundles up and enjoys climbing poles.

More power to him.

 

MIA?

3 Jan

When I left this morning to do the wash, there was a dreadful accident at the top of the hill. Quick U-turn, a detour, and grateful I wasn’t the one driving.

While I was out, I swung by the see The Bride and Groom, but the house was vacant! They had said they planned on moving, but I figured they’d at least let us know they were leaving town.

I came straight back, and there were at least four utility truck at the accident scene, and more people standing around, pointing, than I could count in a hurry. A pole was broken off and I swear there was either smoke or steam coming out of the box on the side of the pole. (Maybe it was coming off the men standing there!)

Austin is headed back to Philly tomorrow for an upper GI and yet more testing. This will determine if the doctors will do the surgery again, or try another approach. Its been two months, and if it’s going to work, it should show some results by now. The doctors at Hopkins wanted to insert an NG tube, which would have meant the “kids” would be responsible for inserting and cleaning the tube, which is a recipe for disaster if ever I heard one. And if the food isn’t leaving the baby’s stomach, what is to be gained by dripping formula into it? And obviously, this is a “Band-Aid” approach. Austin can’t live with an NG tube for very long.

Do something!

It’s Bad Enough…

2 Jan

It’s bad enough that I snore, but The Squire tells me I was talking to myself last night. I asked him what I said, and he told me he didn’t remember.

Huh! Same thing happens when I’m awake!

Philadelphia

30 Dec

Austin was admitted to the Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia yesterday afternoon. He had not, at the time he was admitted, had anything to eat for seven hours (he is a not-quite-three months old) and was not interested in eating.  Obviously, both of his parents are with him.

The doctors had done a sonogram and requested the original films from Hopkins for comparison. They have put him on IVs to build him up, and he will be needing another surgery in the near future.

Watch and pray.