On the ride up to Lebanon Tyler was bordering on catatonic, just laying in his car-seat with a blank stare. We stopped at the only restaurant on the way (McDonalds). No sooner did we get the bag of food into the car and we hear "f-fries...f-fries". This was the first time he's actually asked for food in days. So we did what any parent would do. We caved. He ate a grand total of 2.5 french-fries and some fruit-snacks. According to the pediatric anesthesiologist that's going to cost us 4 hours of waiting before surgery.
If you're waiting for the punch-line, it's not coming. Sharron took Tyler for his MRI, and right after I took him for the x-rays. Before he and I got back to the ED room the neuro resident was in going over surgery stuff with Sharron. His IV is hooked up pushing fluids, we are waiting for our transfer to the PICU. It is going to be a LONG night.
We haven't seen the images but the docs are saying his ventricles are definitely bigger. They suspect a shunt malfunction. The plan is to test each piece of the shunt and replace anything that needs it. We have known an event like this was a possibility since the shunt went in. The average shunt lasts about 2 years (we are at about 18 months now). We have been quietly hoping that he would outgrow the need for a shunt and this day would never come.
More soon.
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The first words that came to mind aren't very lady-like. Hang in there. Sharron, if you want me to Fed-Ex the magic sweater for your long wait, just say the word. We love you lots.
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