For the first time in six weeks, our Mighty Max is sick again. We suspect he might have picked something up at his clinic appointment on Monday or his physical therapy appointment on Wednesday but honestly, it's hard to say. In our last post, I talked about how Max's neutrophil (white blood cell that fights bacterial infections) counts are almost nonexistent, leaving him wide open for bacterial infections. We'd been pretty lucky thus far but our luck might be wearing thin.
Max started throwing up a couple days ago but it would only be once and it seemed like maybe he just overate a little each time and it was no big deal. He's also had a dry cough all week and hasn't been sleeping well but again, we thought they were unrelated. Today, however, Max started getting a fever. He got up to 100 but dropped on his own and is currently hanging out around 99.1, which is fine. Max wants to eat but he can't keep down his bottles very well and can't seem to get comfortable enough to sleep for any significant amount of time (needless to say, it was a long night for everyone).
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I've already touched base with the transplant team just to give them a heads up and we're all keeping an eye on him. We're hoping he'll be able to keep some more of his bottles down so that he doesn't get dehydrated and we're also hoping that his temperature stays down because if it hits 101.5, we have to check him into the hospital for at least 48 hours to get a blast of antibiotics as a stand-in for his missing neutrophils. Hopefully it won't come to that but with Max, it's hard to say anything with any kind of certainty.
If anyone has a minute to offer up some prayers, happy thoughts, and good vibes for Max, we'd really appreciate it. He's trying to hang in there but the poor guy is just so miserable, it breaks my heart to see him feeling so awful.