Hey guys,
Thanks again for all the kind words.
My little buddy is still at the hospital, and unfortunately they don't know anything more than they did when they admitted him. But now I guess the bean counters are taking over, and they are talking about releasing him with more specific home monitoring instructions because apparently they can't do the kind of tests they need to do until he's in danger again. :?
This makes no sense to me, but does remind me that doctors are no different than mechanics, plumbers, farmers, or computer folks: the only time they can fix something is when they can see the problem in action. Yes Rudi, it does seem like some sort of hypoglycemia or juvenile diabetes...but apparently there's something different about this little guy that makes it harder to pin down.
That frustrates me, but we'll have to rely on the doctors' superior knowledge (guided by God's hand, as Donny so eloquently says), in these things and hope my daughter will be able to monitor it closely enough not to have another dangerous situation arise. But that's kinda hard when no one can tell her what brings it on or when.
The bright thing is that throughout all the poking and prodding, ole Carson has been quite the charmer...but being in a small hospital room with no place to play has him ready to stretch his legs!
I told my daughter that parenthood is not for sissies, and this is just a perfect example...and she has handled it well. We will see, and thanks again for your thoughts and prayers!
Corky
