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these past weeks have been... interesting.
- friday, i saw Twelfth Night. jamy was splendiforous [duh] and amazing - 'cause that's how she do. that night i went out to dinner with the cast and my younger sister, samantha. after hearing some rumors there were no techies for A Christmas Carol, my louie tattoo was blinking and i felt the call to do some major technical ownage. however, that all depended on the wife [philip] and he was asleep when i had gotten home. so, i didn't talk about it with him till the next morning.
- saturday, philip told me he told me to do what i wanted, but he didn't think it was a good idea. so, i decided to think about it. i was booked all day. i had a few prelim rounds to judge at Ray's tourney, then a bridal shower to go to at noon, and a couple final rounds to do before i headed on home. for some reason i thought the tournament would be more fun, but i think it was because i thought i'd have more time to hang out with some old friends. turns out i was just in boring rounds all day long... like how competeing was. i don't know how i didn't see that one coming. the bridal shower was alright. i like having Jessica B. [soon to be P.] as a friend. i hope we keep hanging out after CST is over. that night, i didn't get home till eightish, and em was already asleep. i was extrememly delighted when he began screaming in his sleep [probably from a bad dream] so that i may go in and whisk him from his nightmare and craddle him in my arms. i knew that i couldn't do a show; not now at least. i'd miss my son way too much.
- sunday, philip and i noticed emeri wasn't improving much from his flu shot he had nov. 8th. his personality came back more, but he was still pretty lifeless his waist down. it was so sad because this same little boy was crawling around everywhere days before his flu shot! PIP and i decided to make another appointment with dr. buck. he wasn't available till wed. though.
- monday came and went. philip and i were increasingly nervous about emeri's condition. we decided to make the next available appt. with some other doctor the following morning.
- tuesday, emeri was admitted into the hospital. it was absolutely gut wrenching. after dr. perez examined him, she was worried and called the driscoll's head neurologist. we came into the office thinking we'd just be turned away and we left with orders to go to the admitting office at driscoll's children's hospital. i was crying, and nelda rushed to the admitting area right away. she held me while i sobbed, thinking of all things terrible that could be going wrong.
the crib was absolutely horrifying. it was all metal and was really tall. it was like the crib for prison babies, or something. the one thing i hated about the whole thing was that driscoll's is a teaching hospital and i had to explain emeri's medical history about 27 bazillion times to different interns. we were told that they thought he had this rare thing called gyllenbarr [sp?] syndrome. it's corelated to the flu shot and is a progressing muscle weakness that can extend to the diaphram and esophogus. it's totally temporary, but if it got too high, there may be trouble breathing or swallowing and wanted him there for observation. to make sure it was gyllenbarr syndrome, they'd have to do a spinal tap.
they drew blood to test for various things. after visiting with dr. deline, the neurologist, she told us about his blood results showing inflamation somewhere. she noticed some tender spots on his spine and said that if it was gyllenbarr syndrome, we'd see a variety of muscle weakness and it was just his lower extremeties for over a week already. she wanted him to get an MRI to rule out some more daunting things like growths, tumors, or bleeds. she had a hunch that it was discitus, which is inflamation between two discs in the spine, because of his blood results. an MRI would have to be done with anastesia because emeri would have to keep still for over an hour. putting someone so young under is extremely risky, but the doctors told us that because he's been such a healthy baby to date, his risk was about the same as being driven in a car. because of his MRI, he couldn't eat for about twelve hours prior to the procedure so he had to be put on an IV. i didn't want to have to see him get poked, and philip went home that night because he had an exam that morning. after they took x-rays of his hipflexors and both legs [twice] they took him away for me for THIRTY MINTUES and he came back, eyes swolen from crying, with a bored and IV attatched to his right hand. his left was bruised with the nurses previous attempts.
- wednesday, was a very cranky day for emeri. he couldn't sleep in the new environment and couldn't snuggle with an IV in his hand. he and i and philip [who couldn't stand to be at home] didn't get any sleep. we were whisked away for his MRI about 9:30 and waited in the surgery waiting room for what seemed like forever. when the old lady called out "EMILY PENA!" i shot up, not even noticing the fact that she mispronounced his name. he was carried out almost two hours later. i snatched him from the nurses hands at once and hung on to him for dear life. i was so glad he was back in my arms again. his MRI came back clean, which was a good sign. his final diagnosis was discitus and with some home-physical therapy exercises, motrin [ibprofin and anti-inflamatory] and time he'll be back to his rambunctous self! we finally came back home eight that night.
even though it was just a day and a half, it was the scariest thing i've had to deal with. my heart sunk when i heard "admitted" and dropped even lower when i heard "MRI." he's coughing a bit because of the tube they had to stick down his throat during the MRI, but he's doing MUCH better. he's rolling over more and more, bears some weight on his legs, again, and is even back to scooting. he has to relearn a few things, but he's already getting back his spunk. all in all: i survived the first [and hopefully last and only] hospital stay.
- thursday, spent t-day with philip's family. emeri napped really well and joined us at the table. he even ate some turkey and sweet potato baby food. he took very well to the holiday and festivites. we went by my family's house for an hour before we finally head home. i can tell emeri got a kick from it.
- today, emeri's not so hot. he's been fussy all day, and i haven't the reason why. he was fine this morning, but after skipping a whole half hour on his first nap, his whole schedule was messed up and he couldn't nap for more than thirty minutes the whole day. i told my family i'd stop by and hang out, but i wish i hadn't because emeri wasn't taking it very well. he was just so irritable and clingy. he's getting his two top teeth [he already had his bottom two!] and wasn't in the mood for anything because of stupid teething. he didn't even enjoy his bath time, which is very unlike him because he LOVES being naked.
and in the midst of writing this, he woke up screaming, and philip and i found him with vomit all over himself. he ate banana and strawberries earlier this morning, and the last time he ate that, he threw up, too. he doesn't have a fever or rash, so i guess i'll just wait and see how he is feeling in the morning.
he didn't enjoy his second bath, either.
:(
i finally caught up with the housework. it was driving me absolutely NUTS that jessica is so MESSY. if she didn't live here, our home would be a lot neater and easier to care for. it's so disgusting and i had to clean the entire house just to get over it.
and now! i should be getting on with studying for two exams that are on monday. doing all the make-up work for history [because i missed out so much with the hospital stay] and do the study questions for cardio. and work on my persuasive speech.
i need some ritalin, fast. i wish my insurance company would cover it again. i hate cigna. cigna, i hate you. my ADD is no match for these approaching finals.
and i don't know where the excedrin is.
- friday, i saw Twelfth Night. jamy was splendiforous [duh] and amazing - 'cause that's how she do. that night i went out to dinner with the cast and my younger sister, samantha. after hearing some rumors there were no techies for A Christmas Carol, my louie tattoo was blinking and i felt the call to do some major technical ownage. however, that all depended on the wife [philip] and he was asleep when i had gotten home. so, i didn't talk about it with him till the next morning.
- saturday, philip told me he told me to do what i wanted, but he didn't think it was a good idea. so, i decided to think about it. i was booked all day. i had a few prelim rounds to judge at Ray's tourney, then a bridal shower to go to at noon, and a couple final rounds to do before i headed on home. for some reason i thought the tournament would be more fun, but i think it was because i thought i'd have more time to hang out with some old friends. turns out i was just in boring rounds all day long... like how competeing was. i don't know how i didn't see that one coming. the bridal shower was alright. i like having Jessica B. [soon to be P.] as a friend. i hope we keep hanging out after CST is over. that night, i didn't get home till eightish, and em was already asleep. i was extrememly delighted when he began screaming in his sleep [probably from a bad dream] so that i may go in and whisk him from his nightmare and craddle him in my arms. i knew that i couldn't do a show; not now at least. i'd miss my son way too much.
- sunday, philip and i noticed emeri wasn't improving much from his flu shot he had nov. 8th. his personality came back more, but he was still pretty lifeless his waist down. it was so sad because this same little boy was crawling around everywhere days before his flu shot! PIP and i decided to make another appointment with dr. buck. he wasn't available till wed. though.
- monday came and went. philip and i were increasingly nervous about emeri's condition. we decided to make the next available appt. with some other doctor the following morning.
- tuesday, emeri was admitted into the hospital. it was absolutely gut wrenching. after dr. perez examined him, she was worried and called the driscoll's head neurologist. we came into the office thinking we'd just be turned away and we left with orders to go to the admitting office at driscoll's children's hospital. i was crying, and nelda rushed to the admitting area right away. she held me while i sobbed, thinking of all things terrible that could be going wrong.
the crib was absolutely horrifying. it was all metal and was really tall. it was like the crib for prison babies, or something. the one thing i hated about the whole thing was that driscoll's is a teaching hospital and i had to explain emeri's medical history about 27 bazillion times to different interns. we were told that they thought he had this rare thing called gyllenbarr [sp?] syndrome. it's corelated to the flu shot and is a progressing muscle weakness that can extend to the diaphram and esophogus. it's totally temporary, but if it got too high, there may be trouble breathing or swallowing and wanted him there for observation. to make sure it was gyllenbarr syndrome, they'd have to do a spinal tap.
they drew blood to test for various things. after visiting with dr. deline, the neurologist, she told us about his blood results showing inflamation somewhere. she noticed some tender spots on his spine and said that if it was gyllenbarr syndrome, we'd see a variety of muscle weakness and it was just his lower extremeties for over a week already. she wanted him to get an MRI to rule out some more daunting things like growths, tumors, or bleeds. she had a hunch that it was discitus, which is inflamation between two discs in the spine, because of his blood results. an MRI would have to be done with anastesia because emeri would have to keep still for over an hour. putting someone so young under is extremely risky, but the doctors told us that because he's been such a healthy baby to date, his risk was about the same as being driven in a car. because of his MRI, he couldn't eat for about twelve hours prior to the procedure so he had to be put on an IV. i didn't want to have to see him get poked, and philip went home that night because he had an exam that morning. after they took x-rays of his hipflexors and both legs [twice] they took him away for me for THIRTY MINTUES and he came back, eyes swolen from crying, with a bored and IV attatched to his right hand. his left was bruised with the nurses previous attempts.
- wednesday, was a very cranky day for emeri. he couldn't sleep in the new environment and couldn't snuggle with an IV in his hand. he and i and philip [who couldn't stand to be at home] didn't get any sleep. we were whisked away for his MRI about 9:30 and waited in the surgery waiting room for what seemed like forever. when the old lady called out "EMILY PENA!" i shot up, not even noticing the fact that she mispronounced his name. he was carried out almost two hours later. i snatched him from the nurses hands at once and hung on to him for dear life. i was so glad he was back in my arms again. his MRI came back clean, which was a good sign. his final diagnosis was discitus and with some home-physical therapy exercises, motrin [ibprofin and anti-inflamatory] and time he'll be back to his rambunctous self! we finally came back home eight that night.
even though it was just a day and a half, it was the scariest thing i've had to deal with. my heart sunk when i heard "admitted" and dropped even lower when i heard "MRI." he's coughing a bit because of the tube they had to stick down his throat during the MRI, but he's doing MUCH better. he's rolling over more and more, bears some weight on his legs, again, and is even back to scooting. he has to relearn a few things, but he's already getting back his spunk. all in all: i survived the first [and hopefully last and only] hospital stay.
- thursday, spent t-day with philip's family. emeri napped really well and joined us at the table. he even ate some turkey and sweet potato baby food. he took very well to the holiday and festivites. we went by my family's house for an hour before we finally head home. i can tell emeri got a kick from it.
- today, emeri's not so hot. he's been fussy all day, and i haven't the reason why. he was fine this morning, but after skipping a whole half hour on his first nap, his whole schedule was messed up and he couldn't nap for more than thirty minutes the whole day. i told my family i'd stop by and hang out, but i wish i hadn't because emeri wasn't taking it very well. he was just so irritable and clingy. he's getting his two top teeth [he already had his bottom two!] and wasn't in the mood for anything because of stupid teething. he didn't even enjoy his bath time, which is very unlike him because he LOVES being naked.
and in the midst of writing this, he woke up screaming, and philip and i found him with vomit all over himself. he ate banana and strawberries earlier this morning, and the last time he ate that, he threw up, too. he doesn't have a fever or rash, so i guess i'll just wait and see how he is feeling in the morning.
he didn't enjoy his second bath, either.
:(
i finally caught up with the housework. it was driving me absolutely NUTS that jessica is so MESSY. if she didn't live here, our home would be a lot neater and easier to care for. it's so disgusting and i had to clean the entire house just to get over it.
and now! i should be getting on with studying for two exams that are on monday. doing all the make-up work for history [because i missed out so much with the hospital stay] and do the study questions for cardio. and work on my persuasive speech.
i need some ritalin, fast. i wish my insurance company would cover it again. i hate cigna. cigna, i hate you. my ADD is no match for these approaching finals.
and i don't know where the excedrin is.