Not Out of the Woods Yet

Well gosh-diddly-arn (that's my Ned Flanders), Easton yakked again this afternoon. He is still somewhat dehydrated despite inhaling the apple juice. Once he woke up from his nap I offered him some cereal bar and his new chocolate soy milk. He was willingly having both. Then we were heading up the stairs and he started doing his pre-puke cough so I whipped out a hat to "catch" it just in time. So, darn, he's not better. Frick. (That's my Elliot Reed from Scrubs.) Okay, well, then the hat didn't catch it all. Some dripped on the floor so we climbed up to get changed and get a wet rag to clean up the stairs. We were both up when all of a sudden: Thump thump EEEEEEEEEEEE! Easton fell down the stairs. Double frick. He shrieked because he was scared and then cried for, like, 2 seconds and was fine. Oh thank God! I was already feeling pretty bad that he was puking again. It is slightly possible that he was simply gagging on cereal bar which made him puke but I think it's more likely that he's just not better. I wish I could say otherwise.

Then, just as I sat down to type this Jason brought E up for a diaper change and I asked if he'd pooped and he said, "No but he keeps telling me 'dia duh'" Well, once he got Easton "opened up", whaddya know...he did have some more diarrhea. Darn darn darn. I'm not sure what to think. He's having only apple juice again mixed with a few goldfish. That seems to be all he can currently handle. Crap. He's getting even thinner. He tummy is less round and the tabs on his diapers are closer together than usual. His little bum feels less padded too as does his shoulder blades when you pat him on the back. This sucks. Bad.

Anyway, just wanted to update so we can all keep praying for him! Thanks everyone!