Lil started her day with a temperature of 101.6 degrees Fahrenheit. It did not get much better from there. She was fussy off and on for the majority of the day but the fussiness definitely took a strong hold starting at dinner time. True to form, she would not eat anything. She was very excited about seeing Daddy and that was a welcome distraction as well as a little walk outside. I always figure that if she feels good enough to walk, it can't be that bad. The GI docs gave us some Zofran for the nausea she experiences on the nights we give her the methotrexate. It did not help tonight. She drank about four ounces, fell asleep and about ten minutes later sat up and puked. Her new thing is to say uh oh when she throws up and point to her mouth- which she promptly did and continued to vomit for the next 5 minutes. Clean her up, watch a slideshow of the pictures on my phone for about the hundredth time (that is the only thing that calms her down when after she gets sick) and she goes back to sleep. Around 8pm, we hear her crying. Give her another bottle and here we are.
We did get to see some of our girlfriends from 3F today when we went to drop off paperwork and a goody bag for one of our new Chronically Cool Families friends. It is so good to see everyone there. I know that may sound weird but it must be some sordid post traumatic stress disorder thing (no disrespect to those who actually HAVE Post traumatic stress disorder). Those girls and guys took such good care of us and they love Lil and I mean LOVE her. They ask about the kids and my dad and my life... it is really amazing. Dr. R even suggests I visit the floor when I am at the hospital because "it will make the girls happy". He quickly adds that we are not to stay too long and not to touch anything.
I am concerned because the lesions have some red pustules. Also, it seems like there are new papules everywhere. It is probably my anxiety but every time I look at her I feel like a see a ton of them. They do not look like much but it is evidence that the disease is active. This has happened before although it seems as if there are a lot this time. It is my non-medical, purely mom opinion that this is the recourse of not having Humira for two weeks. I hope that is all it is and nothing more. The other evidence that this is the disease is the fact that her temperature was so high this morning but dropped on its own. As most of you know, body temperature generally rises in the evening. Last but not least, part of her blood work from today came back and her sed rate (one of the inflammatory markers) is up. It is not that high but it is much higher than last week. This particular marker takes awhile to rise and fall so I am interested in seeing the rest of the blood work.
Unfortunately, the nutritionist did not have much to offer. She would like us to very slowly transition Lil to cow's milk. I am thankful she does not want her solely drinking PediaSure for two reasons: one, Lil does not like it and two, it is even more expensive than baby formula. It is also gross. She did warn me that if Lil continues to drop weight we may have to switch to PediaSure. Lil did drop weight again and although her weight is still normal for her age, she should not be losing weight. This is where I am again praising God for Dr. R. During our November admission, Dr. R stated that Lil had been in the 125th percentile for her weight. We all had a good laugh about that considering the size of my other children and that she was in the hospital for not eating. He still wanted me to increase the calorie count of her formula to "give us a cushion". At the time I thought he was crazy. In today's world, you want me to make my kid fat?!? However, it is that cushion that is saving us from a g-tube right now. We have a swallow study next week.
This kid cannot catch a break. I bought her a balloon today. Someone suggested tying it to the back of her pants so she would not lose it. The balloon popped off the ribbon. Luckily we had one at home to replace it!
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And so I sit here, rocking her to sleep for the third time tonight (it is not even 8:30) thinking about what kind of night we are going to have and trying not to worry about it. I am also loving holding this beautiful baby and smelling her sweet skin. I know how lucky I am that I am home and that my baby is able to walk and play and pull on a balloon. We'll see what tomorrow brings.
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