Warning: Family diary - not going to try to be interesting.
Emily got sick last Wednesday, just in time to rearrange all the holiday plans. Thursday morning she and I arrived back in ER. The LOVELY (read dripping with sarcasm) resident informed me that the 30-40 times she vomited were impossible since her throat looked fine. He was sure that what I was actually seeing was her just spitting. He said that the physician in charge would check her out and send her home. Five minutes later she started throwing up blood. We've been in the peds ward since.
She missed "Christmas" with Kenton's family, Paul and Bonnie and their kids stayed with Wayne's, and she missed the Mast get-together on Sunday. Kenton came Saturday afternoon so I could go home, see kids, and be at the Mast get-together.
The other kids weren't overjoyed to be taken away from Grandma and cousins, but fought over who got to sit next to mom while we watched a movie...and all four slept in our room. I guess they must miss me afterall.
The Mast get-together is always special. I love that family. It was hard, though, to be there without Emily. I wanted so much to share my new baby with the family, to celebrate with them the joy she brings us.
Emily had another endoscopy on Friday. She is not improving as rapidly as anyone hoped or expected. Her pediatric GI mentioned that he may have to send her to Columbus, Ohio where they have a lot of experience with cyclic vomiting.
I feel like I'm hitting a new low.