The Romance of Snow
Snow is very romantic, at least for this kiwi girl from balmy Auckland. I sit and watch it whirling and swirling around in the air and wonder if it is actually falling or not. I have a perfect seat on the window sill, I can feel the cold pane of glass on my arm.
This would all be very grand of course, like a Christmas card. Except of course that there is no roaring fire in a hospital room.
Aria continues to dump out of her stoma. The window for blaming the wrong feed is closing. That, together with a temperature overnight of 38.8 means she is back. She is also getting bad headaches in the back of her neck. They come on suddenly and she cries and says ‘really sore’ and then they go again. I feel really sad for her
I had been so excited for the next snow fall. It came last night as we were bundling Aria up to take her in at around 3am. The worst timing. It was windy and snowing, took my breath away! Thankfully they made it in ok. Asher woke up this morning super excited to see it. Snow! Snow!
Scope this afternoon at 2.30. Dumping and fever go with rejection so the biopsy will test for that. Hopefully it is still the wrong feed but that doesn’t explain the headaches. Apparently there are lots of kids in with tummy viruses. It is that time of year! Stink







