Well last week, after two days, he was still tossing after every bite and every sip of water, so we took him to the emergency room. He was still playful and interactive, but he had lost over a pound and was looking thin. We were back in Providence at Hasbro children's hospital. Very familiar place to Quinn. Same smell, same IV team dilemmas, and same doctor too. Quinn's last year pic next to this one from two days ago:
Last year he new no fear. This year, he knows all the precursors to pain. He's still a hard stick with his well hidden veins. So three attempts for the first IV. Quinn underwent a procedure to dilate his throat using an inflatable device that inserts into the site where the stricture is and stretches it out. He is put all the way under for this procedure, and is probably not feeling like a million bucks when he awakes. But given a few minutes he's good for a smile. Awesome.
If you've ever wondered how some people find joy in life at every opportunity, watch a small child that isn't tired. They'll show you all there is to know. Quinn was admitted on a Wednesday night and stayed through to Friday evening. I was still working and Steph stayed at the hospital with him round the clock. So we were some tired parents.
Visits from both Quinn's grandmothers helped.
Keeping Quinn entertained while he's strapped to an IV device was another challenge. Kids hate to sit still. The hospital had these little cars to get the kids out of the room for a break.
Anytime Quinn wanted to run around, one of us had to chase behind him carrying his IV fluid and pump. Quinn never had a thought that of he ran too far and his Needle came out, he would need to be stuck again. Although, once they used his foot for an IV site, he could only sit.
A question for anyone reading this. Would you prefer to be the one holding your kid down during some terrible experience or would you rather some medical staff member handle the matter? After his throat was dilated the doctor wanted to see Quinn's digestive system function under x-ray equipment. He must be held down, and force fed this radioactive fluid so that the image of his digestive system can be displayed. This was the strongest I've felt Quinn fight me.
The whole time I'm wondering how he'll ever forgive me. He was pinned down by dad, crying his eyes out, while mom was forcing him to choke down a whole bottle of this white plastery looking crap. He managed to get one arm free during the ordeal and was able to give dad a few slaps to the face. Not much you can say to comfort him.
When the test was done, I took a good swig of the Barium fluid because I was dying to know what kind of misery we had induced on Quinn. The doctors description of the taste was that it had a new bubblegum flavor...I would say it was a mix of sugar water and chalk, and a maybe little mustard powder. Nasty.
The fluid was observed through his esophagus and his duodenum, both surgical repair sites. The flow path checked out with no signs of stricture. Within the day he was released to go back home where he has been eating and drinking like a hungry growing little boy.
Sorry the update took so long pop. He's doing great now. Hopefully I can get my small family into a house of our own soon. I'm trying to strike bargains on these outrageously priced homes. Wish me luck.
In other news my sister in Washington state has begun having contractions to give Quinn a third female cousin.....