Wednesday night I get a call from DJ saying that Ian is bleeding and he is taking him to the ER at Scottish Rite. He said I didn't have to come and that he can handle it. Of course I know he is very capable, but I also know I would have not gotten any school work done sitting around waiting to hear. First off, the bleeding is bad because he just had palate surgery. Secondly, he has hemophilia which makes clotting and healing difficult enough without any issues. Luckily, DJ was smart enough to think to give him Amicar, which is the medicine Ian gets after surgeries to help him heal like he should. The Amicar helped stop the bleeding by the time they got to the hospital. Once I finally get there(the drive seemed to take forever), I see my mom, DJ, and Ian all covered in blood. Talk about scary! They have already seen a nurse, who has taken his temperature (101.2) and given him some Tylenol. We wait around for a while for a plastic surgeon to get there. She attempts to look at his palate, but has little success with a hungry baby who's in pain. The ER doc looks at Ian's ears, which look "perfect". However, at this point we have little explanation for the bleeding. Dr. Williams, Ian's regular plastic surgeon, is out of town and would like us to come in for office hours tomorrow. So, we part ways. Ian's grandmothers take him to the plastic surgeon's office the next day. Dr. Williams is in Colorado, but was able to talk to them on the phone. He seemed to think that the packing had caused the spontaneous bleeding. The packing, made of corn starch, dissolves after a few days. When it dissolves, it leaves exposed gum and such and can cause bleeding. As far as the temperature goes, he wrote a prescription for an antibiotic to get only if Ian still had a temperature the next day. No need in giving medicines Ian didn't need if the only cause for the fever was dehydration.
Fast forward to today, Friday. Ian has eaten about 14-15 ounces since 8 am and 2 containers of baby food. Although this is not much at all, it is a big improvement from the previous days. I know the poor little guy is hungry. And "little" is to be taken literally. Ian was never a big baby to begin with, so not eating much for a week makes him look scary-little. Luckily, we're improving day by day. I cannot wait until he is eating like he was before surgery. I don't mind the restless night so much, but I do mind that he is having such a hard time eating.