We Won the War

By the way, E has been broken of the pacifyer habit.

A couple weeks ago, he didn't ask for it one night, so we didn't give it. He made it through the night.

The next night, he remembered, but we didn't give in.

Hooray!

Another Trip to the Hospital

It appears that Thursday afternoon, E backflipped off of the couch at my mom's and hit his head or neck. This appears to have torn either his larynx or esophogus. That night, he wasn't talking or moving around much, so something was clearly wrong with him.

R took him the emergency room on Thursday night. The CT showed air where there shouldn't be. Our pediatrician had him transfered to Good Samaritan Hospital in Los Gatos. They got to ride in an ambulance in the middle of the night. Apparantly, ambulances are not all they're cracked up to be. Maybe that's because the driver didn't turn on the siren.

At the new hospital in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit, they ran some tests and kept him for observation. On Friday afternoon, he woke from a nap much more like himself, and has been pretty normal ever since.

He came home this afternoon. The tear appears to have sealed up without need for surgery. He's on antibiotics, since tests showed an infection.

We just took his temperature at bedtime, and its pretty high for him. I hope that isn't a bad sign. We'll continue to monitor the situation.

A couple cute pix of E in the hospital are buried in my phone pix...