As some of you already know, we recently had to take Freyja to the hospital.
I had tweeted about it (which syndicated to Facebook and this blog), but was intentionally vague. You’ll get why in a moment.
My mom was visiting, and it was the last day of her stay. We had made plans to have a final blowout dinner, including orange & goat cheese Bruschetta, gnocchi in alfredo sauce, and zucchini bread. I had just gotten home from work and Melissa had just gotten the groceries, and we were getting ready to start making dinner.
One of us was changing Freyja (I can’t remember which one of us) and we noticed that the stool in her diaper was a darker hue than normal — almost a rust color. (You parents know what I’m talking about — non-parents may find it strange that we noticed, but when you see, and clean, poop 3 to 5 times per day, you can’t help but become accustomed to its properties)
My first thought was that it was blood in her stool, but we both agreed that it was worth having her doctor take a look at it. We weren’t especially panicked at this point. It was about 4:30pm. Read the rest of this entry »
