While the stomach bug seems to be gone (or at least going – it’s getting hard to tell), the effects have not been good. Michael had been doing so well up until now, but the hit his immune system took totally snatched him away from us. He spent the entire week hiding under the sofa cushions, barely speaking. The stress levels hit an all time high Saturday night when he lay down on the floor and wouldn’t get up. He could barely move or talk and just sprawled listlessly on the floor. I had to carry him around, and let me tell you, that child is getting heavy! It’s amazing how closely Michael’s immune system is tied to his brain’s ability to function. Thank goodness he seems to be rallying now because I’ve been spread a little thin.
William’s been a wreck since his liver stopped up again. We’ve gone from one nightly waking to about three, constant crying and misery, and carrying him around all day again. It’s been discouraging to see how much ground we’ve lost, but I know he’s truly miserable and not trying to be contrary. I’m hoping the blood panel results will give us some answers because I want my happy, exploratory baby back again! I’m super grateful Nate’s starting to get over his cold and take some turns comforting and holding upset children, because at times this week all three of them have been wrestling for a spot on my lap. That’s always fun.
And Gabriel, my Gabriel. That child needs a medal. Despite throwing up once in the middle of the night at the very beginning of all this, he has sailed through this week with exuberance that no one else in this family has had. His antics and crazy maniacal laughter have kept us smiling. Well, all of us except the cat. He’s been fixated on her all week, not at all to her liking.
It’s a busy week ahead of us, and despite the gloomy prospects and weather, I’m hoping we’ll come out at the end of us with a few answers and some ground gained. Happy Monday to you all!