Sunday, December 5, 2010

Yo-Yo Land

...and we bounce right back to Starship! We got home on Monday on IV antibiotics for his UTI, he was doing well, but yesterday started getting grumpy and spiking temps, so at 6pm I gave in and took him to ED. I managed to persuade them that I didn't need to see 2 Drs and tell them exactly the same thing, so we by-passed the usual system as they agreed it was a bit nuts, and we saw the Starship Reg and were up on the ward by 10.30 - 4.5 hours is a record! I'm not sure if I was persuasive or they were just scared of this tired fiesty mother and realised it wouldn't be that wise to cross me!

Sam continues to have temps and his blood has come back with bacteria, his urine/s are clear. So we're still not sure what we're up against, but he is continuing on with the abx he was on and they've added in a once a day gent dose - this is a tough abx, but equally tough on kidneys, so before he gets his daily dose he will need to get pricked and blood tested.

It's disappointing - only 4 full days out of hospital, but we have no choice. He continues to be relatively happy, although grizzly once temps pick up.

We did have a busy week scheduled for Sam, but not sure what will happen now. On Monday I was taking him to the North Shore to visit the Wilson Centre, which is a respite/rehab place, but I've cancelled that, as no one will thank us for sharing his germs with them. Thursday he has a kidney scan and Friday he was due to be circumcised.... so it's all up in the air and we will just take it a day at a time, with every day wishing we were on our way home!

I'm off now to the girls piano recital, which they're very nervous about, but I'm sure it will be great. Francis is hanging with his boy and we'll switch later this evening.



The Doughertys said...

Have been thinking about you all weekend and came onto your site to send a message to say you are in my thoughts when I saw your new blog. Oh boy, how frustrating. One poem I have been thinking a lot about lately is one you may of heard many times.

My life is but a weaving

My life is but a weaving
between my God and me;
I cannot choose the colours,
He worketh steadily.
Often times He weaveth sorrow,
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the under side.

Not til the loom is silent
and the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
and explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
in the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
in the pattern He has planned.
He knows, He loves, He cares,
nothing this truth can dim.
He gives His very best to those
who leave the choice with Him.

I pray that you will know Gods amazing love towards you during these difficult times. If only we could just blink and it would all be better. Our love to you all. xxxxx

Francis and Shirley said...

Thanks Fi - not heard that before... really lovely and uplifting. much love s

Anonymous said...

Hi Guys
Heres remembering you all in prayer..
Sarah C

Anonymous said...

What a beautiful poem, just lovely Fi,

Kirsten C