Erika and Peter headed down to Minneapolis on Monday for the transfusion. Kate and Ellie also came along, because the flu bug got to Grandpa Brian (Poopster) and was still bothering Grandma Barb; They are usually the sitters when Peter is in the hospital, so Grandma Mary took them this time. Ty stayed in Brainerd to run the tryouts for his hockey team.
A transfusion is fairly routine during his recovery and this one has been relatively normal, except for one little wrinkle. The flu bug bit Erika on Monday night. Auntie G was at the hospital when it set in, so Erika was able to vacate and Auntie G stayed overnight. I was able to cover at the hospital today and Auntie G is back tonight. (Clarification: Peter has three aunts named Michelle. So we use their code names, Macer, Meeses, and G. How these names came to be requires three more clarifications.)
We currently have two sick people to report on. Erika is getting better this evening after a hellish 24 hours. She was able to eat a few crackers and that’s always the first sign of recovery with the stomach flu. She should be back at the hospital in the morning wearing a mask.
And Peter, who’s fight will take a little longer, is hanging tough. He came in on Monday with his blood counts bottoming out, with his color resembling the bed sheets more than flesh, and with a slight fever. The staff took a culture to determine if infection had set in and, as of now, it looks as though he’s in the clear. He received the transfusion and has been getting other medications through his IV. His color is coming back and he seemed to gain strength during the day. His fever is gone and vitals are strong. He hasn’t able to eat very much and gags on solid food, but the yogurt, pudding, and ice cream should keep him going. I think they’ll be able to head back to Brainerd tomorrow, but I’m not certain.
It was an eye-opening day for me as a stand-in for Ty and Erika. I’ve spent many hours at the hospital as a visitor, but not as the parental figure. I got to test out my parenting legs a little bit, which are like the legs of a newborn horse, but they kept me upright. That’s the easy part (especially with Peter).
The amount of medical care required is astonishing. It seems like there is something going on almost constantly. The doctors and nurses keep the schedule and perform most of the tasks, but at the very least it requires your attention. It allowed me a taste — albeit a small taste — of what Ty and Erika live daily. When they leave the hospital, keeping the schedule and administering the medications (sometimes against Peter’s will) falls completely on them.
I’m worn down from my day as parent and caregiver and I hardly did anything. It’s obvious to me how brilliant Peter’s real parents are and how much your support means to them and to Peter’s defeat over this “path thing”.