Battling medical professionals was the theme of yesterday. Our pediatrician felt that Grace was not ready to have the stent removed as she was still too compromised from the endless vomiting. The surgeon says that leaving the stent in could create its own problems, like the creation of kidney stones (Carter, I know you sympathize). The medical compromise is that Grace will have the stent removal procedure pending approval of the anasthesiologist, but will be admitted for 24 hours of observation and hydration.
Fast forward to this morning: Grace throws up as we are entering the hospital (ahh, harbingers) and again at 9AM. The medical professionals are actually relieved as this now means that there is NOTHING in her stomach to aspirate. I make a joke about "The Verdict" which falls on deaf ears.
Procedure goes well. Stent is removed and all foreign bodies are removed from her body! Grace appears to be doing fantastic. She is lively, laughing, making all the sounds that give one false hope.
2PM - Massive diahhrea. This actually is a good sign, as we now assume the virus has made its way from the stomach to the intestines. There is much rejoicing.
6PM - massive vomit.
7:15PM - Massive Vomit Part Deux (actually part 4, but I reset the clock after the surgery).
It is now 5 days since we entered the vomitorium, with no end in sight. If you are a parent (or someone who has entered middle age with your body beginning to break down) you immediately concoct all sorts of scenarios like Crohn's disease, Seliak's disease, and stomach cancer. It truly is moronic to think like that, but that is what you do.
Sarah is spending the night by Grace's side and is on strict orders to call me if she throws up (I left 3 hours ago and no phone call - perhaps she doesn't have cancer after all!).
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