and if you can’t handle one daddy blog every so often, then you can blow me.
As many of you know, I left a week ago Sunday for a difficult tw0-week business trip to Palo Alto. While a difficult assignment to accept given the recent changes to my family (you know, the increase in feedable mouthes by 50%), GBD and I decided that it was the right thing to do given my current contract employee status at the greatest company ever on the planet.
So I up and left Sunday night, and went about the business of being the shining star of my company on my visit to our West Coast division, and the wife was supportive and upbeat and if she wasn’t, she was putting up a good front.
So fast forward to this past Friday. GBD calls me and tells me that she had something to tell me. She hadn’t wanted to worry me while I was three thousand miles away, but since I left, young 3doh had started having diarrhea, not sleeping, and eventually had noticable (look out now) blood in his stool and bleeding from “that” area.
After consulting with a few of the gynosauruses she’s friends with online, she decided it was food-related and took him to the doctor. They told her that his C-Diff was high (as if anyone knew what that was). The doctor advised her to take 3doh to Scotish Rite’s ER, which she did. She also called me on the way, all apologetic.
It seems that basically everyone at home had known what was going on, but she’d kept it to herself and soldiered on, not wanting to worry or upset me. Simply amazing.
Once I assured her that I wasn’t angry or mad or anything, we decided to take it a day at a time and see what happened, and if arrangements for me to get home needed to be made, they would be made after a discussion between us and the doctors.
3doh was admitted Friday afternoon, meaning my mom would have to come over to the house to stay with 1doh and 2doh whilst GBD stayed at Scottish Rite with 3doh. GBD’s middle sis also came down to stay with GBD overnight, which I know was appreciated.
The next day, PK was released and put on some hardcore antibiotics to fight what he had. It seemed that his NICU stay had mixed results, given that the bacteria that were causing the issues now were related to the antibiotics he got when he was a couple of days old. So now he’s on a month worth of antibiotics to fight what was the result of the antibiotics he got before now. Complicated, no?
3doh was discharged Saturday afternoon, and middle sister took 1doh for a movie that morning, then to spend the night that night. Very very helpful. Especially given that PK didn’t sleep much more than two hours in the hospital and would only sleep that much or less the next night at home. GBD was exhausted, had been worried for days, and kept it to herself so she wouldn’t distract me from work.
I think we could all count on one hand (and maybe one finger) the number of people that would endure all of that alone just to keep another from worrying.
Luckily, the lad will be okay. He gets this antibiotic three times a day for two weeks, twice a day for one week and once a day for one week. He also was put on a formula called Augmentin or something, which I’m fairly certain is a Greek word meaning 25 bucks a quart or some such nonsense. But it’s a small price to pay to have my boy and my wife rested, healthy and happy.
And just so you know, not that I’m counting, but I’ll be home in about 92 hours.
What say you?