You know you’re in a weird place in life when you’re halfway wishing the weekend away so it can be Monday. That’s me today…for a few reasons.
First of all…it’s finally a therapy night after a few weeks off while she was on vacation. And in the time she was gone, oh boy did a lot happen.
My weekend was certainly not boring. In typical fashion, nothing about my life is normal or easy.
I think I’ve mentioned it a few times, but for the past 3 weeks, coincidentally ever since we all had Covid, Atlas (17 months) has had just nonstop diarrhea. I attributed it to Covid, but it just never stopped.
Well, one X-ray and stool sample later….and things are a lot worse than I thought.
He’s so severely constipated that it actually caused the diarrhea…apparently nothing solid can pass, only water can. So our doctor told us to give him 2 enemas, 24 hours apart. We did that on Saturday and Sunday and they were both completely ineffective. Like…just nothing. Which is bad. Enemas are already a more aggressive treatment choice to laxatives or other things, so it’s not good that it didn’t work. I
He also had one of his results from his stool sample come in over the weekend. And…it was just…insanely high. Like, normal range is less than 50. And his was 545.
Which…according to Google…is “highly indicative of IBD. Crohn’s disease, colon cancer…those were some suggestions. Yes, for a child.
…..I’m sorry what??!
You’re going to sit here and tell my that my 17 month old baby/toddler son has a severe GI situation going on…and here I thought all he had was a freaking upset belly?
We’ve gone from what I thought was diarrhea from Covid, to severe constipation that now may ACTUALLY require surgery to remove at this point, to severe GI issues???
And of course all of this is happening over the weekend…where I can’t get in touch with his doctor.
Ugh.
So, yeah. That’s my weekend update.
Tomorrow I’m going to meet with my other son’s doctor where he’ll give me the official results from the testing he had last week. I’m expecting an autism/adhd diagnosis …but who knows. I might get thrown a complete curveball as well….and he’ll end up diagnosing him with something totally different.
All I can say is that I’m just glad I’ll end the day today with therapy.
It’s all been a lot. And I don’t know how much more actually insanity I can handle life throwing at me.
Now…if only the doctor would call me back…
At least he’s very cute.
