<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3208335243475090874</id><updated>2012-01-30T14:08:53.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry Kent</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Summers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02017119361694757135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SqEbWdggIkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n9EvOZ1f_qM/S220/013.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3208335243475090874.post-7003418803163984286</id><published>2009-10-12T13:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T13:39:43.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving locations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;To keep up with Henry and Josie go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.summerskids.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;www.summerskids.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;See you there!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3208335243475090874-7003418803163984286?l=henrysummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/feeds/7003418803163984286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3208335243475090874&amp;postID=7003418803163984286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/7003418803163984286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/7003418803163984286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/2009/10/moving-locations.html' title='Moving locations'/><author><name>The Summers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02017119361694757135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SqEbWdggIkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n9EvOZ1f_qM/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3208335243475090874.post-8479423507143193950</id><published>2009-09-08T09:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:42:13.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And its back to the grind..</title><content type='html'>So we have been at home for almost 5 days.  Little man is great!  He is eating great and sleeps most of the day. Josie is getting so big and it is so nice being able to be with her too. &lt;br /&gt;  Kent (bless his heart) has been working as much as he could through all of this mess.  Now its my turn to show that I too can bring in some dough.  HA-  So, this week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to be easing myself into some work.  If your reading and your a client of mine, I'll be working every Wednesday, all day, but getting off around 4:30 or 5.  Then, for all of you that have to be at work until 5, I'll be working Saturday mornings until around noon or so.  Not many hours, but its a start.  So, if your needing an appointment call or email me.  Thanks.  And thanks for waiting on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3208335243475090874-8479423507143193950?l=henrysummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/feeds/8479423507143193950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3208335243475090874&amp;postID=8479423507143193950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/8479423507143193950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/8479423507143193950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-its-back-to-grind.html' title='And its back to the grind..'/><author><name>The Summers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02017119361694757135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SqEbWdggIkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n9EvOZ1f_qM/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3208335243475090874.post-1800575438279276394</id><published>2009-09-04T10:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T10:35:07.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We are DISCHARGED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SqEznu40f6I/AAAAAAAAATo/85G1VmG-7Uk/s1600-h/going+home_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377636187751350178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SqEznu40f6I/AAAAAAAAATo/85G1VmG-7Uk/s320/going+home_picnik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Henry's good bye outfit! Off we go- Going home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3208335243475090874-1800575438279276394?l=henrysummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/feeds/1800575438279276394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3208335243475090874&amp;postID=1800575438279276394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/1800575438279276394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/1800575438279276394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-are-discharged.html' title='We are DISCHARGED!!!'/><author><name>The Summers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02017119361694757135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SqEbWdggIkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n9EvOZ1f_qM/S220/013.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SqEznu40f6I/AAAAAAAAATo/85G1VmG-7Uk/s72-c/going+home_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3208335243475090874.post-649684096789923073</id><published>2009-09-03T14:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:09:41.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery Done...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;About an hour after we found out what was going on with Mr. Henry, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Children's&lt;/span&gt; Hospital surgery team came to us to ask if they could go ahead and start his surgery. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; even talked to my mother!!! But what needed to be done, needed to be done, so we signed consent papers and off he went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The procedure was quick and easy. It took about 30 minutes from roll in, to roll out. They put one small hole near his right hip for a tool, one hole near his left hip for a tool, and then a hole in his belly button for a camera. No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;incision&lt;/span&gt;! So, healing process is minimal. And follow up care pretty much takes care of itself. The holes have this tape over them, and when the tape falls off-He is healed!! So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all great news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377335634685969570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SqAiRPeBxKI/AAAAAAAAASo/_lqNQV-RcmQ/s320/surgery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;This morning we have had a bit of a problem getting him to seem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt; in eating, but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; blame him. He did eat earlier and it came back up, but that is from his stomach being so inflamed. Bottle # 2 (1.5 oz.) just went down, and it seems to be sitting better. As soon as Henry can keep down 2 bottles (2 oz.) in a row, we are discharged. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rushing&lt;/span&gt; him today---- BUT I sure do miss my daughter. If he wants to save himself a spanking later; he may want to perform by tomorrow! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377335635040295570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SqAiRQygWpI/AAAAAAAAASw/7s18kl6-Yfo/s320/photo+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I hope that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; rush through this section, and everyone understands what has gone on. If not- Well, Ill try to type better next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Go Rambo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3208335243475090874-649684096789923073?l=henrysummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/feeds/649684096789923073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3208335243475090874&amp;postID=649684096789923073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/649684096789923073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/649684096789923073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/2009/09/surgery-done.html' title='Surgery Done...'/><author><name>The Summers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02017119361694757135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SqEbWdggIkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n9EvOZ1f_qM/S220/013.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SqAiRPeBxKI/AAAAAAAAASo/_lqNQV-RcmQ/s72-c/surgery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3208335243475090874.post-7416859228210499124</id><published>2009-09-02T15:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:19:38.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For once- we have an ANSWER!!!</title><content type='html'>Pyloric Stenosis-&lt;br /&gt;  Thats what it is!  Surgery will be scheduled here shortly.  I will update you to let you know when.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3208335243475090874-7416859228210499124?l=henrysummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/feeds/7416859228210499124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3208335243475090874&amp;postID=7416859228210499124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/7416859228210499124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/7416859228210499124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-once-we-have-answer.html' title='For once- we have an ANSWER!!!'/><author><name>The Summers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02017119361694757135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SqEbWdggIkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n9EvOZ1f_qM/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3208335243475090874.post-7986615488220705065</id><published>2009-09-02T07:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T08:48:04.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If its not one thing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Its another. Bless the baby's heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry that I have not been able to update. My partner in crime (my laptop) has been at home and Ive been at the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The new story~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The weekend was great!! I had my family together in one house. I Got to spend time with my daughter and son at the same time! I needed that so badly. Everyone was eating and drinking and being merry. Friday and Saturday were fabulous! It was like a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sunday morning at around midnight or 1:00 I noticed that I had run out of the formula that the hospital sent home with us. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;enfamil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LIPL&lt;/span&gt; 24 cal. plus iron. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mouthful&lt;/span&gt; I know). I had told the hospital that I had my other child on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Simulac&lt;/span&gt; and they said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; Great! Its the exact same thing." I was happy to hear, but with my past battle with Josie's formula war, I knew better. I knew that switching formula would have at least a tiny effect on the stomach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SO ANYWAYS- Back to midnight--- I mixed a bottle of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Simulac&lt;/span&gt; and hoped for the best. At around 3, I noticed that little man's bed had some spit up on it. I cleaned it up, and gave the next bottle and just made sure to get a good burp out, and laid him back down at an incline. At 6:00, the bed was covered in vomit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Geeze&lt;/span&gt;" Just as i expected. Formula switches never go smooth. But, I thought that if I would keep trying, his belly would adapt. Sometime after noon on Sunday, I decided to go to the store and get what the hospital had him on, and try to get him back in business. So I sent Kent to get it. To find out--- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Enfamil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; make that formula for the general public. You cant even order it. You can get ALMOST the same thing, but only 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cal's&lt;/span&gt;, not 24. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; calories by the way). So we got the closest thing that we could find, and the vomiting continued. Actually, every feeding, the vomiting really got worse. I started to worry about him keeping his seizure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The little man still looked good, still had energy, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; seem sick. So I waited it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Finally, Monday night at 6:00 pm we decided that it was time to get to the ER and make sure little dude &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; dehydrated. After 5 or 6 attempts to stick him and get an IV running, and 6 HOURS they just decided to see how well he can hold a bottle down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"WHAT THE HELL AM I HERE FOR??????" I could of done this at home, and been asleep by now. We were infuriated. Kent put the baby in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt;, and we were headed out. BUT- then all of the "What &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ifs&lt;/span&gt;" went through our head. We shut up, sat down, and gave the boy a bottle. Of course, as we said and expected, he vomited it up. This was the worst vomit episode that I have seen. He kept going and going and going. Where did all of this come from? He has only had 2 ounces in like 6 hours! Henry Kent was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;exorcist&lt;/span&gt;. And Allison Renee was IRATE!! "Someone get a *^#%ing Doctor!!" I had to leave the room before I was removed from the hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Finally, at 5 AM they got an IV running through his head, and up to a room we went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The next morning at 9, they tried another bottle. No such luck. Vomit-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;For the rest of the day, he still would push up part of that 9:00 feeding. Thoughts of a virus went through doctors minds, x-rays of his stomach showed that all parts were in the right place, and his vitals were good, so this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; seem to be a virus. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;AHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;- Do I live in the Land of UNKNOWN??? Someone Help Us!" So the doctors decide to give his stomach a break, and go overnight without food. The next plan of action is to try Clear liquids, at 9am the next morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SO- here I am, it is the next morning now (Wednesday 8:22AM) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He just vomited AGAIN! What is left? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know. He has had nothing in 24 hours. Of course he vomited all over me when I was picking him up. all down my side and really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; under my arm. I changed shirts, but saved the vomit so that the doctor could see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;consistency&lt;/span&gt;, color, and smell of it. (Lunch anyone? ha) Of course the first person right through the door was my intern. Very nice looking, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Asian&lt;/span&gt; man. I like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Asian&lt;/span&gt; men! He of course wants to study the vomit, and starts smelling the armpit of my shirt. I become a little nervous knowing how clean I am, and how often i have been showering here at the hospital (wink *), and he raises his eyebrows, and says...... "So, your a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Downy&lt;/span&gt; girl?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Good to know it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; smell bad. Right!?! So now, the 9:00 feeding is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;canceled&lt;/span&gt; until further notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The next thing that he asked me, is if Pyloric &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Stenosis&lt;/span&gt; runs in either of our family's. This is when there is a tube in your belly that delivers food to your stomach is swollen on the inside, and blocks food from dumping into your stomach. This usually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;occurs&lt;/span&gt; when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;baby's&lt;/span&gt; are 3 to 4 weeks old. (He is.) Yes! Kent's sister had this as a baby. It is fixed with a quick surgery that is very easy and heals fast. Not saying that this is the problem, but we are going to be looking into it very hard today. We are going to have a stomach ultrasound hopefully today that can tell us if we have this problem. To learn more about this, look at this website- &lt;a href="http://health.yahoo.com/digestive-overview/pyloric-stenosis-topic-overview/healthwise--hw180920.html"&gt;http://health.yahoo.com/digestive-overview/pyloric-stenosis-topic-overview/healthwise--hw180920.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I will keep you updated now that I have my WONDERFUL computer, I can live again. Thanks for everything. Keep up on your prayers! Love-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3208335243475090874-7986615488220705065?l=henrysummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/feeds/7986615488220705065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3208335243475090874&amp;postID=7986615488220705065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/7986615488220705065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/7986615488220705065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-its-not-one-thing.html' title='If its not one thing....'/><author><name>The Summers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02017119361694757135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SqEbWdggIkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n9EvOZ1f_qM/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3208335243475090874.post-5298440604723406880</id><published>2009-08-28T14:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:52:50.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are........</title><content type='html'>HOME AT LAST!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;   Ill get back to you-  Im just going to enjoy my family right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3208335243475090874-5298440604723406880?l=henrysummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/feeds/5298440604723406880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3208335243475090874&amp;postID=5298440604723406880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/5298440604723406880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/5298440604723406880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-are.html' title='We Are........'/><author><name>The Summers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02017119361694757135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SqEbWdggIkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n9EvOZ1f_qM/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3208335243475090874.post-7379615879552995346</id><published>2009-08-28T06:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T07:06:48.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CHUG-A-LUG    CHUG-A-LUG-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Its 6:50 Am, and at 9:00 we have officially bottle fed for 24 solid hours.  He is doing great.  Taking 2 ounces of thickened formula every three hours.  He is starting to wake me up now to feed instead of me waking him and force feeding.  All this is great news.  When the doctor comes around this morning she will read his chart and see that all his feedings went well.  THEN- she orders the feeding tube to come out.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; what she said yesterday.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure if we have to be observed for another 24 hours after the tube is removed, or not.  We will see.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;  Henry has gotten so much more energy through bottle feeding, and all around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;becoming&lt;/span&gt; an older baby.  After all-  He is a whole 2 Weeks old TODAY!!  He also has been much more vocal.  He mainly sleeps if he is not getting a diaper change or eating. But- From time to time he will wake up and cry for his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pacifier&lt;/span&gt;.  He loves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have much more news for you today-  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; great!  No news is nice to report these days.  OH- I almost forgot- If anyone knows of a speech &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;therapist&lt;/span&gt;, let me know.  I know that I do someones hair that is, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; having a hard time remembering who.  So- If your reading, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry, but I would like to chat about a second &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt; on this swallow study.  Not that I am trying to take short cuts.  I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; connect well with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;therapist&lt;/span&gt;/doctor that he is with, and may want to do follow up appointments elsewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;  Hopefully home is in the near future.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still crossing my fingers for today, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;afternoonish&lt;/span&gt;- But i bet its tomorrow.  Ive already got the double &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;stroller&lt;/span&gt; popped out in the garage ready for walking.  I cant wait!!!  Josie's birthday is next month and I have some major 1st birthday party planning between now and then.  So get your party panties on..  He will be a month and Josie will be a year-  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; some serious stuff!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;  Ill update on our discharge later.  Wish us luck-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Love-  The Summers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3208335243475090874-7379615879552995346?l=henrysummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/feeds/7379615879552995346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3208335243475090874&amp;postID=7379615879552995346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/7379615879552995346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/7379615879552995346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/2009/08/chug-lug-chug-lug.html' title='CHUG-A-LUG    CHUG-A-LUG-'/><author><name>The Summers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02017119361694757135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SqEbWdggIkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n9EvOZ1f_qM/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3208335243475090874.post-2021752441385858638</id><published>2009-08-27T11:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T11:24:43.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>After some mind clearing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'm sorry that I never updated yesterday. I needed a little attitude adjustment before speaking to the entire world. I am better now and have had some time to accept some things that are not a huge deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;At the swallow test.... Henry did wonderful. I felt like he was latching on and not loosing too much liquid out of his mouth. The doctor had me holding the bottle and feed him different consistencies of liquid while they took an X-ray video of his swallowing skills. The doctor kept saying, "Oh, not good! We had penetration..", and "Oops, there he has done it again." By the looks to me, he was doing great. But hearing all of this from the doctor, and not knowing what it was saying- gave me a slight panic attack. I started to sweat, then my hand started shaking, and soon I was totally blacking out. I had to tell the doctor that I needed to get out of the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374679965925793106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/Spay8-ZqXVI/AAAAAAAAARw/CK84WkachUM/s320/henry+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;After the study was done, she explained to me that Henry is not 100% coordinated at his eating skills. That he almost got the liquid into his airwaves. That can cause silent aspiration, and that can get fluid into your lungs. SO- they recommended leaving in the feeding tube and doing every other feeding by bottle using a thickener called "thick it" to make it easier for Henry to direct the fluid down his throat. Then doing the other feedings through the feeding tube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So- after hearing this news, to be honest I was PISSED. In my mind this was an entire new problem that has been addressed outside of the true reason that we are here in the first place. And not that I'm trying to rush Henry's progress, but this could prolong our stay here. This was my thought process yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374679955750341874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/Spay8YfpTPI/AAAAAAAAARo/IRmjNzEFOx8/s320/henry+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;BUT- as the evening went on, Henry did great at all of his feedings. At 9:00 this morning, the doctor met us in our room to observe Henry's feeding. He did great. Her instruction to us today is to feed every feeding by bottle and see how he handles that. She will be back for his noon feeding to see how he follows up with 2 bottles in a row. If all goes well, we will have this horrible feeding tube out in no time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Keep your fingers crossed at noon today!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3208335243475090874-2021752441385858638?l=henrysummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/feeds/2021752441385858638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3208335243475090874&amp;postID=2021752441385858638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/2021752441385858638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/2021752441385858638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-some-mind-clearing.html' title='After some mind clearing..'/><author><name>The Summers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02017119361694757135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SqEbWdggIkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n9EvOZ1f_qM/S220/013.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/Spay8-ZqXVI/AAAAAAAAARw/CK84WkachUM/s72-c/henry+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3208335243475090874.post-6868652119794355047</id><published>2009-08-26T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:37:51.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In a "real life" setting..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are in a real room now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are pretty much free of all tubes and wires and IVs now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Henry is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; easier on the eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday, they moved us to the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt; floor; the neuroscience area, and planned on putting us in a real life setting.  This is where we hold him when he cries, change his diapers ourselves, and get comfortable with the fact that he is not being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;monitored&lt;/span&gt; as closely as he has been.  So- at first they put us in a room, where we had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;roommate&lt;/span&gt;.  I swear the area for me to sit was a 4x4 square with no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; or anything to do.  That was uncomfortable enough.  Then- to add to my nerves, my roommate was a 17 year old boy who had some mental &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disabilities&lt;/span&gt;.  That I could of handled I think. I didn't even mind his loud way of speaking, and yelling at the TV.  But, then his family came in, REEKING of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cigarette&lt;/span&gt; smoke and said to me, "Ah, We'll be outta here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hopin&lt;/span&gt;' by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mornin&lt;/span&gt;'.  Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;waitin&lt;/span&gt;' on this one to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;have-a-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nother&lt;/span&gt; seizure.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;HA HA&lt;/span&gt;." Bless them.  Not that they were bad people.  And I found myself rather enjoying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ease dropping&lt;/span&gt; on their conversations.  They seemed like very funny people that I would like to chat with on a normal day, but now was just not the time.  Luckily- My mom was here with me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; this but, she had to leave to go back to work.  Of course as soon as she left the room I sat in my 4x4 space with my precious boy, with the worst now going through my head crying my eyes out alone.(Kent has been back at work)  What I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know, was my mom was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;on top&lt;/span&gt; of the situation.  She went to the nurses station and told them that this was NOT a good time for me to be in this situation.  Within the hour, they asked me if I was ready to be moved to my private room.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ABSOLUTELY&lt;/span&gt;!  I couldn't of felt better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SpU1tFqmbXI/AAAAAAAAARY/u2k4sIBIQR4/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374260779067796850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SpU1tFqmbXI/AAAAAAAAARY/u2k4sIBIQR4/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kent and I both got to stay last night.  My mom kept Josie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They tried to take him off of his oxygen, but his stats showed that he may need just a little for a day longer or so.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; fine-  He'll be ready when his body says he is ready.  We will wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SpU1so1l6DI/AAAAAAAAARQ/R1mNLHPYFus/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374260771329271858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SpU1so1l6DI/AAAAAAAAARQ/R1mNLHPYFus/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   I have been a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; with the feeding ordeal.  He still has the feeding tube in his nose that goes straight to his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;intestines&lt;/span&gt;.  All of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;PI CU&lt;/span&gt; nurses told me that while they watched him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; off of the breathing tube, he showed so much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;interest&lt;/span&gt; in EATING his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;passie&lt;/span&gt;.  He was not allowed to eat for 12 hours, just an IV drip.  So- he was very very hungry.  With the feeding tube in his nose he eats like every 15 or so minutes through his nose.  Therefore, he NEVER feels hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So yesterday, our speech &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;therapist&lt;/span&gt; came in to do the swallow test.  First of all, this was while he was sound asleep, second of all, he has been on a feeding tube and not very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt; in eating.  Do you scarf down a meal after just having one?  NO-  She was not happy with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;interest&lt;/span&gt; to the bottle.  She said that he aspirated a little bit out of the side of his mouth.  SO- she wants to remove his feeding tube out of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;intestines&lt;/span&gt;, and insert ANOTHER one through his nose into his stomach to let him feel what "hungry" and "full" feel like. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; being tacky, but I THINK THIS IS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;RIDICULOUS&lt;/span&gt;.  I told the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;therapist&lt;/span&gt; that he was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt; in sucking when he was hungry, and that all of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;PI CU&lt;/span&gt; nurses agreed.  She seemed to be pretty set on the move of the feeding tube.  Maybe she'll come in today and reevaluate.  I think that he would do better.  He wakes up a little more everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;  Its very hard for me to deal with a new unit.  Its hard for me to tell the story to every new nurse, resident, and doctor in this unit.  To me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; looking at the bright light at the end of this horrible tunnel we have gone down.  I look forward to the future and have accepted the waiting game.  To them, they see a new story.  A new problem.  They want to look back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; again, and we are back to hearing, "We're so sorry."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to be sorry to us.  We are more than happy that home is in the near future.  We are in optimistic mode, and the new unit is not.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Being in this room, it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; easier to blog, talk, and all around communicate.  My phone of course has been on the outs.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;HA HA&lt;/span&gt;- (if its not one thing, its another).  So your welcome to email.  If your a face&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;booker&lt;/span&gt;, The network here wont let me update &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, so i can not communicate that way.  Email is- &lt;a href="mailto:sprayandgo@gmail.com"&gt;sprayandgo@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love everyone and plan on updating later today about the feedings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3208335243475090874-6868652119794355047?l=henrysummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/feeds/6868652119794355047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3208335243475090874&amp;postID=6868652119794355047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/6868652119794355047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/6868652119794355047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-real-life-setting.html' title='In a &quot;real life&quot; setting..'/><author><name>The Summers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02017119361694757135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SqEbWdggIkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n9EvOZ1f_qM/S220/013.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SpU1tFqmbXI/AAAAAAAAARY/u2k4sIBIQR4/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3208335243475090874.post-3088599280883065293</id><published>2009-08-25T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:40:16.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Baby Henry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before the tube was taken out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SpQE-Tru5OI/AAAAAAAAARI/kv6Y1wUeSYQ/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373925723841946850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SpQE-Tru5OI/AAAAAAAAARI/kv6Y1wUeSYQ/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Henry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AFTER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So tired from all the work-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SpQE9167CVI/AAAAAAAAARA/e5wknb5q_oc/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373925715852593490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SpQE9167CVI/AAAAAAAAARA/e5wknb5q_oc/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma gets to hold her baby boy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SpQE9S9qZiI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/hOx0KBKxA2I/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373925706468845090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SpQE9S9qZiI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/hOx0KBKxA2I/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my goals today is to take pictures of him with his eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;Usually when he is awake the last thing that I think of doing&lt;br /&gt;is snapping pictures.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3208335243475090874-3088599280883065293?l=henrysummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/feeds/3088599280883065293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3208335243475090874&amp;postID=3088599280883065293&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/3088599280883065293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/3088599280883065293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/2009/08/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>The Summers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02017119361694757135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SqEbWdggIkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n9EvOZ1f_qM/S220/013.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SpQE-Tru5OI/AAAAAAAAARI/kv6Y1wUeSYQ/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3208335243475090874.post-398716075432802586</id><published>2009-08-25T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:02:31.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin' on.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So- Breathing tube is out!  He is doing it all by himself.  Yesterday everyone got to hold him.  He looks like a little baby again.  So sweet.  He has grown so much here at the hospital.  He almost weighs 8 lbs.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; of it is fluid, but his swelling is 99% better than it was 2 days ago.  Here in a few minutes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to try and upload some pictures of him for you all to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Later today there is going to be a speech &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;therapist&lt;/span&gt; come in and do a swallow test on him to make sure that he is ready to take a bottle.  I feel like its a good sign that he is sucking on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;passie&lt;/span&gt;-  So, the plan is; today we will be bottle feeding and ALSO- moved out of  the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PICU&lt;/span&gt; to "The Floor".  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; the step you take right before going home.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; FOR US.  Our deal that we have with Henry is that if he is a fighter, we will be home by Friday for his 2 week birthday PARTY!  I think that he is excited and working hard toward that goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;  Thank you everyone for everything again.  We cant thank you enough.  When all calms down we hope to be able to give everyone a proper Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;  I am so so ready to have my kids together in one household.  Its so hard for me to have Josie passed around and not being able to be with Henry 24/7.  If I have seemed a little as I say "Wigged Out," &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry.  I really do appreciate your concern- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just home sick when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; here, and Home Sick when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; at home without him.  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry if you have seen an ugly side of me.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; trying hard to control myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;  I will get on later on and let you see some pics of the sweet boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; LOVE-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3208335243475090874-398716075432802586?l=henrysummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/feeds/398716075432802586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3208335243475090874&amp;postID=398716075432802586&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/398716075432802586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/398716075432802586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/2009/08/movin-on.html' title='Movin&apos; on.........'/><author><name>The Summers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02017119361694757135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SqEbWdggIkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n9EvOZ1f_qM/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3208335243475090874.post-569075809503911937</id><published>2009-08-24T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T08:51:30.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RAMBO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Today is Henry's day to shine.  He is already trying to pull out his tube himself.  The doctor just left the room and said that he wants to get him off the vent very early today.  Hopefully that means around noon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what it says in his nurses notes.  BUT- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get discouraged if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; hear back from me soon after that.  When Arkansas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Children's&lt;/span&gt; Hospital says noon-  that could very easily mean 2 or 3.  But they will get it done today!  I will get to hold my 7.5 Lb. baby TODAY!!  He is so much bigger than he was when I got to hold him last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ill keep you updated!  Keep him close to your heart all day today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hopefully Henry can earn his dad's favorite nickname today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GO RAMBO GO!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3208335243475090874-569075809503911937?l=henrysummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/feeds/569075809503911937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3208335243475090874&amp;postID=569075809503911937&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/569075809503911937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/569075809503911937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/2009/08/rambo.html' title='RAMBO!'/><author><name>The Summers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02017119361694757135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SqEbWdggIkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n9EvOZ1f_qM/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3208335243475090874.post-7262710313287001838</id><published>2009-08-23T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:42:30.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers get answered...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; update yesterday.  No news is good news.  Yet, trust me, I know waiting on news can almost make you crazy.  Last night was good.  Let me say that again....  Last night went GREAT!  Henry really put on his big boy pants and started doing pretty much all of his breathing on his own.  He was put on an even lighter seizure medication to bring him back to life again.  If you have been here, you have seen how swollen his little head has been from laying flat and with so many fluids.  BUT- last night his bed was raised and they gave him something to drain him out.  I can tell a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;difference&lt;/span&gt; today.  His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;catheter&lt;/span&gt; has been removed, so we are changing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;diapers&lt;/span&gt; more often now.  I like that-  It makes him seem like a real baby again.&lt;br /&gt;      So- today--  His breathing machine has been turned down on the last setting.  He has not had to used to vent sense yesterday!!  If all goes well, HE PLANS ON GETTING OFF THE VENT TOMORROW!!  My little boy is being tough!  Then I get to hold him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neurologist, Dr. Walters, came in today and seemed very optimistic!  He said that all of Henry's reflexes are good, and he is happy to be seeing so much more movement out of him.  We are going to be having a new neurologist from now on, but in my understanding (i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; here for this conversation), it seems to be someone who works under Dr. Walters.  And in 6 months, we will be seeing Dr. Walters again for another MRI and then continue seeing him for checkups.&lt;br /&gt;While &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; typing this- the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Respiratory&lt;/span&gt; doctor has come in.  He has said that in Henry's X-Rays that there is some white area in his upper right lung.  This is a small case of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pneumonia&lt;/span&gt;.  THIS IS NORMAL for baby's that have to have a vent.  They are starting an antibiotic today that he will be taking for a week or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO-  I feel much better today.  Things are starting to look up and there is a light at the end of the tunnel.  Prayers are answered, and quite honestly- Quicker than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Kent and I stayed at home with our baby girl and Michelle, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kent's&lt;/span&gt; step-mother, stayed with Henry.  We stayed up all night talking about Henry and Everything in the world.  It was the best night that we have had in a long time, even before Henry had been in the hospital.  We both have decided to "Let go, and Let God".  That was a big step for us, and we made it together.  Whatever the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;circumstances&lt;/span&gt;, we are ready to face them.  Whatever the problems, we will work together to fix them.  We would both give anything that we have for either one of our kids.  So this is going to be JUST FINE!  We are sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again-  we appreciate everything in the world that everyone has done for Kent and I, and Josie.  We appreciate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;everyones&lt;/span&gt; prayers and thoughts so much.  Keep it going everyone!  Its working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3208335243475090874-7262710313287001838?l=henrysummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/feeds/7262710313287001838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3208335243475090874&amp;postID=7262710313287001838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/7262710313287001838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/7262710313287001838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/2009/08/prayers-get-answered.html' title='Prayers get answered...'/><author><name>The Summers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02017119361694757135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SqEbWdggIkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n9EvOZ1f_qM/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3208335243475090874.post-7654555687278933074</id><published>2009-08-21T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:34:52.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What went on today- (Friday)</title><content type='html'>The doctor (neurologist) came back in today to talk to us about any info that he has found about the damage.  There are all types of terms that I could throw at you, but if your like me-  it sounds like foreign language.  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just going to report in "normal people talk" the best that I can.&lt;br /&gt;The damage that has happened is NORMALLY something that happens &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; birth when there are difficulties.  Something like very low blood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pressure&lt;/span&gt; or lac of oxygen to the brain causes this.  In our case, there was too much "normal" time after birth for this to be the case.  So- it must have happened sometime at home.  But not after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;seizure&lt;/span&gt;.  He thinks that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;seizure&lt;/span&gt; and color change was caused by this slight stroke type of event. The tests show lots of "white matter" around his brain.  This is the damaged area.  It also showed lots of swelling.  From my understanding, the swelling is/could be causing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of problems and preventing us from seeing what all is really going on.  They plan on another MRI in a few months after all swelling is gone.  The doctor explained it to me like-  "If i were to rare back and slap you so hard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; the face you would see a big red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;whelp&lt;/span&gt; where my hand hit.  After a little while, when the red goes away you may be able to see if it left a bruise."  That made good sense to me.  I hope it helps you.&lt;br /&gt;LOOKING AT STATISTICS, the areas that have been harmed seem to affect more of the physical being than mental.  Things like movements and such.  But none of that is 100%.  There is a small chance that nothing ends up being wrong, or at least noticed.  And then again, there is a chance that Henry could be very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;handicapped&lt;/span&gt;.  Everything is still up in the air.  The doc said that he has seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;MRIs&lt;/span&gt; come back looking way worse and the patient being just fine, to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MRIs&lt;/span&gt; looking great and the patient in horrible shape.  Its all waiting game.&lt;br /&gt;Henry had to get back on a more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;monitored&lt;/span&gt; setting on his vent.  He has had some troubles &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;initiating&lt;/span&gt; his own breaths in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;rhythmic&lt;/span&gt; fashion.  The doc thinks that this too is caused by the brain being irritated by the swelling. &lt;br /&gt;Also, they changed the medication that he has been on for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;seizures&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure of the name, but it is less sedating than what he has been on.  This should/could also help his breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF- anyone thinks of any good questions that I should ask the doctor, let me know.  Email me, or comment me here on this.  If i have it in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; i wont forget to ask, but if I just think about it- its out the window by the time i see the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next action-  Just getting the boy to pick up on his breaths, heal from swelling, and eventually get off of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ventilator&lt;/span&gt;.  I think that all other things will have to be taken care of and learned more about over quite a bit of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as our sweet baby girl goes----  She has been very taken care of.  She has been up a couple of times and spent some time in the waiting room playing with everyone.  She has spent her days at her Ganny's and nights at her Nonna's.  For the past 2 nights I have been home with her myself and Kent has been staying the night at the hospital.  Its so hard for 2 to sleep there.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure Ill stay there tomorrow night and let Kent snuggle with his little tatter! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Josie's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;nick&lt;/span&gt;-name) .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3208335243475090874-7654555687278933074?l=henrysummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/feeds/7654555687278933074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3208335243475090874&amp;postID=7654555687278933074&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/7654555687278933074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/7654555687278933074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-went-on-today-friday.html' title='What went on today- (Friday)'/><author><name>The Summers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02017119361694757135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SqEbWdggIkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n9EvOZ1f_qM/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3208335243475090874.post-2517064945319935690</id><published>2009-08-21T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:52:16.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MRI Results</title><content type='html'>Not so great.  The doctor noticed some damage to the brain.  He is not sure of the extent of it yet, or how it will affect Henry, but he and the neuroligist will meet with the doctor to find out more.  They are not sure of when the damage came about, if it caused the ceizure activity, or if the ceizure caused the damage.   Same with the color changing-  was that a cause or an effect?     Im not quite sure what else to say- We are keeping our chins up and our thoughts positive.  No matter what happens, we will be the Summers family  of 4, and our home will have lots of love and happy times in it.              As far as other things that have gone on---  His ventalater has been turned down so that he can do some breathing on his own, his leads have been removed from his head (brain wave readers), and a feeding tube has gone into his nose.  So now he is getting real calories and not just fluid.       The doctor should be in to talk to us sometime today before 5.  I will update then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3208335243475090874-2517064945319935690?l=henrysummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/feeds/2517064945319935690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3208335243475090874&amp;postID=2517064945319935690&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/2517064945319935690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/2517064945319935690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/2009/08/mri-results.html' title='MRI Results'/><author><name>The Summers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02017119361694757135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SqEbWdggIkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n9EvOZ1f_qM/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3208335243475090874.post-3577592177430407012</id><published>2009-08-20T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T19:03:37.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What had happened...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ok- What has gone on- Tuesday night around 7PM Kent and I noticed that our little Henry was loosing intrest in eating. No big deal, just eating about half as much as he did the 4 other days of his life. This lasted all night. Through the middle of the night, he cried and cried and cried. The first thing that I thought was---"Great, God thought I deserved another Josie in my life." HA- Kent said that he had noticed some odd breathing patterns durrning the night, and still no intrest in eatting. In the morning, I tried to do some floor activities with him and josie to see if he had any intrest in moving around. THIS is when i saw that we had a problem. He was totally limp and his eyes were lifeless and clear. Just looking odd. I called the doctor. I scheduled a doctors appointment and really didnt know what to report. "I need an appointment for my son who looks diffrent in the eyes today."---- Sounds weird. Anyways, just a few minutes after, Henry started a rythmic twitching. I thought it was a little odd, but it just looked like newborn movements. This lasted for a while and thats what made me a tad nervous. I grabbed my video camera and filmed his actions. I knew as soon as I got him to the doctor that I wouldnt be able to explain what he had been doing. Right before I loaded him up into the car- I saw Henry loose pretty much all coloring. His body turned grey, face lips and tounge turned blue, and his little hands were blue as well. At the doctors office he had a eppisode of color change infront of a nurse, but when the doctor got there, he did much better. As soon as I showed him the video he started talking about some serious actions we needed to take. After some small talk, he decided to get Henry sent over to the hospital for some immediate attention while we wait on Childrens hospital to come get him. So, thats what we did. At the hospital he had a couple more eppisodes of breathlessness, witch is what caused the color change. But no ceazure like activity like seen on my video. Now at Childrens Hospital. --------- We got here and finally got an IV running through the baby. He hadnt eaten in so long, he was very weak. At this point so many tests had already been run from his urine, blood, and anything else they could get from him. All tests came back negative. They went ahead and started treating him for viral and bacteria issues that could be possible. Next- they wanted to give him a chest x-ray. This came back and all possible heart problems seemed to be rulled out. Next was a head ultrasound. Although you cant see much from this, its quisck and easy and came back looking good. Then, we had a spinal tap. This has tons of rusults witch we wont know for afew more days, but most importantly, it told us almost imediatly that he did not have meningitis. Thats good! Later that night- after Henry was on seizure meds and hooked up to an E.G.G that reads his brain waves, he seemed to be stable for the night. He was breathing well on his own and no sign of seizure. This shortly took a turn. He started having moments that he didnt breath for a few seconds (the doctors say this is pretty normal for newborns), but one time it lasted a little bit too long for comfort. They felt like a ventalator would better regulate his breathing so that he didnt have to work so hard. So they had to give him some drugs that pretty well knocked him out and inserted his tube. The next morning, up until the evening there were some worries that he had not recovered from his medication. He had no movement, and had not really tried to breath on his own yet. Around 5ish he began to do some moving. Arms and legs and lips. That made us feel better. He was scheduled to do an MRI to better look at his brain. While waiting the day away for him to go to his MRI, we talked to all of his doctors. The information that we got was...... - So far our condition has not gotten worse. We are creating a base of information that helps us rule some things out 1 by 1. -- There is some fluid from the spinal tap that came back not clear. This could be something as slight as blood that was caused by birth trama, and this can cause ceizure activity, but goes away quickly. OR it could be some sort of bacteria. The MRI should tell us more on that. --- Anything viral has been rulled out, so he has been taken off of that medication.--- The doctors are not as worrid about his comming off of the medicine as the nurses. They said that they wouldnt of expected him to be any diffrent. THAT MADE US FEEL SO MUCH BETTER&gt; AS OF RIGHT NOW- Henry just got back from his MRI, that went well. They did have to give him a slight something to relax him because of his movements picking back up. But I can already see that wearing off. So- next thing on the list is to let the Nurologist look at his MRI results and see what he thinks needs to be done next. Until then- We will kiss his face, hold his little hands, and pray for his little self. Im sure that I have left out so much information. My head is all over the place. I will try to keep you informed via this website, so if I dont answer your phone calls, this is where to get an update. Kent has been the best dad in the world and an even better husband. He has held my hand and Henry's the whole time. WE WILL BE OK&gt; We may not have answers right now, or even know where to go next. But we are here and have each other. Our family is awesome and I appreciate everything that everyone has done. I will update soon. Josie and I are going home together tonight and giving her Nonna a break. Kent will be here to see all that is going on. I will give you more info as soon as I know anything. Keep us and Henry in your prayers. Goodnight.                            ps-  Im sorry for my spelling-  the computer here in the room wont let me use spell check--  And im horrible.  so sorry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3208335243475090874-3577592177430407012?l=henrysummers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/feeds/3577592177430407012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3208335243475090874&amp;postID=3577592177430407012&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/3577592177430407012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3208335243475090874/posts/default/3577592177430407012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://henrysummers.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-had-happened.html' title='What had happened...'/><author><name>The Summers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02017119361694757135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DFtjwSbBvX0/SqEbWdggIkI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n9EvOZ1f_qM/S220/013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
