Thank you, everyone, for your wonderful words of prayer and comfort yesterday.
I don’t know how we’d endure if we didn’t have such great support.
Today’s post is going to be brief. Yesterday I was much too scattered and bummed to write anything worthwhile, and today, well…
By 10:00 am, Darrel and I were thinking we had maybe dodged an FPIES bullet. Zac seemed fine!
Sure, he’d comfort nursed a TON yesterday, and sure, he’d not wanted to eat as much the rest of yesterday, and sure, he’d been very clingy all day, but he slept fine and his spirits were good.
Maybe he hadn’t eaten any corn. Maybe the beef broth and salt didn’t have any effect.
By 11:00 am, though, we’d had two unpleasant developments.
First, we realized he’d been playing with his ear a lot. And he felt warm. And he didn’t want to eat; he only wanted to cuddle on the couch watching “Mary Poppins”.
Ruh-roh.
Zac never tugs at his ear the way most babies do when they get an ear infection. He only occasionally taps or flicks his ear.
But he always gets a little warm and clingy, and much more low-key than typical.
Sigh. So I called the doctor and we’re about to leave to have his ears checked out.
The second development was a diaper that tested positive for trace blood.
That has nothing to do with an ear infection. That’s just an FPIES reaction.
Guess we didn’t dodge a bullet after all.
So carrots are still on hold. I still feel like dirt. And we are on our way to the doctor.
Thanks for the prayers, and keep ’em coming, please!
