In my repertoire of virtues.
Trevy had a good (not great) day today. Until he spewed chunks. Again.
Of course...they don't want to release us until he can hold food and meds down. The meds are kinda important...I guess.
But I'm just SO flippin' ready to be home. I hate hospitals. I miss my kids. We didn't turn on our heat...cause we weren't expecting to be here til' Christmas. I want to hold Trevy in my rocking chair and watch Ellen. Instead of sitting here on the hard as a rock bench...glancing up at him so weak and sickly in the bed. And speaking of the bed. It's so bogus that they refuse to let us have a big bed! It's not like he's anywhere close to trying to climb out. Safe sleep..shmafe sleep. Isn't it more safe for me to sleep beside him...than for him to choke to death on his middle of the night vomit?
I am losing my mind here!
The neuro-surge team are ordering labs. To make sure there is no lurking infection. They spoke with GI who agreed that it could be (cause remember they are practicing medicine) that his tummy is "stressed". Sometimes that happens I guess.
I know one thing for sure. His tummy may or may not be stressed...but someone around here definately is!