ChezPerky

I am quite worried about my Abby.  She hasn’t really gotten any better since last week’s puke-fest.  She’s not throwing up as often, but she’s got terrible diarrhea, hasn’t really eaten in days, is barely drinking.  She didn’t pee all day. 

I took her to the doctor this afternoon – not my favorite doctor in the practice, though not my least favorite, either.  Normally, Abby is thrilled when she’s at the doctor all by herself.  She loves to be the singleton.  But she hardly noticed where she was.  Fortunately, once she started getting poked and prodded, she did fight back a little, which is good.  Bad news is she had lost a pound in 7 days.  For a 20 pound baby, that’s pretty significant.  She also had a 102.2F degree fever, despite having given her ibuprofen an hour and a half earlier.

Since she wasn’t COMPLETELY lethargic, the doctor wasn’t too jumpy.  But she IS worried.  Abby hadn’t peed all day, is definitely not herself, and isn’t taking fluids.  She said to give her pedialyte with a dropper if we have to.  If she hasn’t had a wet diaper by morning, I’m to call back to the office.

Seth picked some pedialyte up on the way home, and tried to give her some in a sippy cup, but she was having none of it, so I had him hold her while I gave her little drops of it with a dropper, but she kept spitting it out.  It was close to her bed time, so I paged the doctor to find out how vigilant I needed to be about forcing this into her before bed.  Right after I paged the doctor, Seth suggested trying a pedialyte popsicle, which worked before the doctor called back, thankfully.  She was willing to suck on that. 

The doctor said to do our best to get the whole popsicle into her before bed and then to try to get her to sip on water if she woke up through the night.  And to call her in the morning.

She finished the popsicle, mostly, and we put her to bed.  She went to bed with absolutely no fussing (very unusual for her).  I went into the nursery around 9pm.  Abby opened her eyes and looked at me, but didn’t lift her head and didn’t make a peep.  This is extremely uncharacteristic for her.  Her typical MO is to scream bloody murder if there is an intruder in her room in the middle of the night who isn’t courteous enough to rescue her from her caged prison.  I tried to give her a sippy cup of pedialyte, but she wouldn’t take it.  She wouldn’t even push it away. 

I’m hoping there will be a change in the morning, but my suspicion is that we will be headed back to the doctor in the morning.