Trevy hurled again this morning. While I was trying to give him his new AED (Trileptal) by mouth. Because we have to start somewhere. And as Dr. Neuro-Surgeon was making his rounds.
It's SO flippin' frustrating. Trevy has only thrown up once prior to this. He just was never a retch-y kid. No reflux. No newborn spit up. Notta. And to see him spewing is hard. On the heart...because even though his eyes are bright and lovely...he's so weak. Hard on the hope...because I want to go hoooooome. Hard on the temper...and everything in between. While some things on this side of the surgery are easier to deal with. This is not one of those things.
Which is why I told Dr. Neuro-Surge that I'm ready to just g-tube him. And go home.
He asked if I'm okay with dealing with throw up once a day...at home.
I said...I can handle it at home just like I handle it here. Heck yeah...I'm okay with it. Sure...I wish we didn't have to play catch the fountain of regurgitated juice flowing from Trevy's little mouth. But I'd rather play catch at home. Although it is nice benefit that I don't have to do the laundry here.
Dr. Neuro-Surge said we've checked everything. His CT scan looks good. His labs are all normal. No fever. No pain.
Sooooo if we can keep the vomit to once a day...than he's comfortable with sending us home on Monday.
But anything more than once a day...
I don't even wanna think about!