Laurel is home from the hospital!
After she woke up this morning she ate a decent breakfast (half a yogurt, half a mini-box of Cheerios, half a piece of toast, six ounces of juice), walked around the hall no more unsteadily than yesterday, and had a normal poop.
After we got home Laurel ate half a peanut butter and jam sandwich, and right now she is playing with Duplo and talking merrily to herself in the living room. My ever-helpful mother is on her way home. Things can now begin to return to normal, although it seems like Laurel will need a nap today, and Isaac is sad to have his Oma gone. And we need to schedule a follow-up appointment with Laurel's regular pediatrician for either tomorrow or Tuesday, and I guess we might find out something interesting when the stool culture results come back in a few days...
But things have improved greatly, instead of continuing to deteriorate, which makes it seem like there isn't a continuing infection.
She is still clumsy, and in fact is crying right now because her legs just collapsed beneath her. This loss of coordination could be ataxia due to a "post-viral syndrome," another term I don't suggest you look up.
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Oh, I am soooooo sorry to hear about all that little Laurel is going through! But I am so thankful that she (and the rest of your family) are now back home.
What a frightening time these past days must have been for all of you... :(
I was also wondering about the pond water incident as soon as I read your first post, and I'm glad that you brought it up to the doctors. (I am also refraining from looking up some of the diseases you listed - sometimes there is indeed TOO much information on the Internet).
Hopefully the doctors will find some answers soon, and I'm sending lots-o-hugs and love to Laurel with wishes for a speedy turnaround and a quick recovery.
Thanks, Ginger! I appreciate your good wishes. I'll pass some of those hugs along to Laurel, too.
I do hope it wasn't her little dunk in the pond -- I don't want to be afraid of the pleasures and pitfalls of childhood in the country that we enjoyed, like falling in creeks and getting dirty.
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