Weeeeell...Trevy made it through the night with no throwing up. And no seizures. All smiles and eating like a champ this morning!
And not to be too cocky. In fact...I wish I had nothing to be cocky about. I wish he'd never had that stupid seizure. But he did. Which opens a window into a reality I wish was behind us. Being studied under a microscope in some lab somewhere. Because it was sliced out...instead of still being inside. And while I believe with all my might that surgery was the best (the only) choice for Trevor. I am not so certain that means we'll never be dealing with seizures again.
But I am, however, very inclined to believe I was right. That the throwing up was connected to seizures which was connected to the WAY TOO low dose of seizure meds.
Resolve the seizure meds...brings resolution to the seizures...which in turn brings resolution to the throwing up.
I see a pattern. But hey? I'm just The Mom you know.
The shift is so dramatic that we're looking at best case scenario being discharged tomorrow!
Worst case...Wednesday! I told Dr. Rockstar we could tolerate waiting til' Wednesday. Which made the puppies giggle.
Before any of that happens though...we need to resolve our insurance issues regarding medications. And sadly...Trevy is scheduled for an EEG later this afternoon.
Dr. Rockstar wants to err on the side of caution. And is moving aggressively forward to prevent future breakthrough seizures.
Oh...and the best news of all?
Trevy has been SO stinkin' happy!
His smiles make me feel like I can handle anything!