Poo poo on you Deja Vu

Many of you might be aware of our little situation this week. Weston had a fever, diarrhea, and vomiting on Sunday night into Monday morning. I kept checking his fever, which was going up and down. I also noticed his breathing was labored. At first, he thought it was fantastic, getting to lay in front of the TV, watching cartoons, nestled up with juice and fuzzy blankets. Then, he started to throw up. We spent all frustrating day at the ER, then he had some bloody diapers and threw up blood. Doug stayed the night with him that night with more blood out of both orifices. This isn't getting too graphic, is it? :)

It was a frustrating day today with an exhausted, hungry, thirsty, bored baby. But I wasn't concerned with Doug. BURN! Just kidding. They were both troopers. Then the stool sample came back positive with an intestinal virus. I'm talking about Weston, here. That one vomit Monday morning irritated his varices (the veins in his throat) and the bleeding started. The hardest part was not knowing, but it is nice to be familiar with everything going on. He had an endoscopy this afternoon and they did sclerotherapy to attempt to stop the bleeding. He has had two blood transfusions and is just really tired and irritated with the noise of the people around him. He is in PICU tonight at Primary Children's Hospital and we hope to be out the latter part of the week. We'll keep you updated, but we're doing fantastic. Doug is really loopy and it serves for great entertainment, weirdo.

Last year on my birthday, which is tomorrow, the bleeding started and bumped us up to first on the transplant list. Happy Liversary, huh? I'm beginning to despise my birthday. But I can tell you this. We are handling everything in stride and getting compliments left and right from nurses and people we don't even know about how great we are being, how calm, and optimistic we are. I'm not trying to toot my own horn, but only to say how grateful I am for a Heavenly Father who shapes and molds me into the type of daughter of God I need to be. I told someone already that my strength and endurance this week waxes and wains. It is when it suddenly waxes that I feel your prayers being answered. Thank you for all your love and offers of help.

This is a picture last year after his transplant. We've come a long way baby! I love this little boy with everything that I am. He is the best example I have ever seen. He is the best part of me. And somehow I have a hard time believing I had anything to do with it.