A note from the dad:
First off, he's going to be fine. Now for the details. We were having trouble keeping food in Elijah on Monday. For those of you in the know, it's a much less painful affair for Elijah to throw up, due to the feeding tube in his tummy; we just open the port, and his food comes flowing back out. Nevertheless, it's scary when your baby can't eat, so Melissa took him to the kids clinic at Saint Francis. After a few hours, they admitted him to the main floors.
The tests are back, and it's Clostridium difficile (C. diff). In a nutshell, the antibiotics he's been taking for five weeks (three weeks before the head surgery, two after) have destroyed the good bacteria in his tummy that breaks down food. So now, he's being monitored while we stop the antibiotics and put him on some new medicine.
For those of you on your knees praying, please add Melissa, myself and Mel's sister Lori, who all seem to have acquired the same virus Elijah has. We feel terrible, but at least I've still got my looks. Big thanks to the staff at the hospital for EVERYTHING they've done for Elijah this year. Also, we'd be in big, big trouble without Mel's mom Sue holding all our hands this week. Sue, stay well! You're the last one standing. Lastly, keep one person in continual prayer: Cheri Tanner, the day nurse who cares for Elijah 40 hours a week, every week. The sooner we get Elijah home, the sooner she gets back to work.