Last Friday, things got progressively worse for my little man. He didn't eat or really drink at all. He slept from 6 pm to 6:30 am...and had a dry diaper. He seemed like he wanted to eat in the morning so we tried to give him a few ounces of milk, but it all came back up.
His butt problem had become the least of our worries for now. Mack had no smiles to share and it was heartbreaking...and we were panicked.
Dehydration had set in after days of little food and not much to drink. So, we went to see the doc as soon as their doors opened.
Doc said it was time to syringe feed him and it didn't matter what we got down his pipe, we just had to get it in there because there was nothing else that we could do yet. He was not bad enough to get blood work or an IV, we just had to ride it out. So we did. And we pushed Pedialyte every hour and finally got him to keep some of his bottle and a little oatmeal down.
Sunday went even better and we are feeling relieved.
I'm sure we will have many more scares in our future, but we are so grateful to be on the up and up.
Thank you for all of your love, encouragement and advice!
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