Shortly after this, he started having stomach pains and was taken in by his father to have them discover that his appendix was sputtering to a halt. They performed the procedure via laparoscope and we thought, done and done...but then his intestines weren't moving the way they need to before discharge. So we waited...or I mean, he waited in the hospital for five days waiting for them to figure out how to get them back in action. Finally a new doctor came on (who was an old doctor) and he prescribed something that he knew would work. He was finally keeping down solids and his bowels had sounds of gas, so the doctor discharged him.
Through all this, Christian lost 12 lbs and on an already gaunt teen, it looked bad. He looked sick, sick. We took the opportunity during Thanksgiving to fatten him up. It definitely doesn't work overnight, especially when the loss was so great. But I think he gave it his all and ate a little bit of everything he saw.
Shortly after Thanksgiving Maddy got sick, then I got sick and then Maddy got sick AGAIN. This time, ear infection and pink eye. I'm crossing my fingers that Richie doesn't get taken down like the rest of us. He's been the nursemaid through all of this. OR as Maddy would say, he's the doctor because he's a boy. I didn't teach her that stuff, I swear.
Amidst the tumult of malaise and malady, I've noticed a theme in our daughter's obsessions. Right now...and for the past few months, everythings coming up mermaid. Ariel, to be more precise. Here's a fun little mermaid montage to offset the dreariness of the first part of this blog:
Here's to a splashing New Year full of immunity!
My love to all but most to you!
