All morning we talked about how he had pooped blood because we were trying to get as much accurate information as possible. I made several calls to key doctors to find out what we should do. That may sound silly, but for a kid like Gavin, we have to be careful.
Rushing him to the emergency room isn’t always the right move because, with a compromised immune system, we’d end up exposing him to a million sick people. We obviously don’t want to do that unless it’s the right move and we don’t want to traumatize the poor kid if it can be avoided.
After I had put in all the calls to the doctors and we were just waiting for call backs, I was talking to Gavin about why it’s important that we see things like this before he flushes.
I had asked him if he was still having troubles going to the bathroom or if the Miralax was doing its job. His doctor wants him to be pooping at least once a day. As the awkward conversation went on, I asked him if maybe that’s what the problem was this morning.
I just wanted to know if he was constipated or not. I asked him if he had to go to the bathroom since this morning and his answer to that simple question sent me on a downward spiral that’s left me where I am right now.
Gavin’s answered my simple question by telling me that he hasn’t pooped yet today.
I looked at him in what probably amounted to the deer in the headlights stare because how could he have pooped blood if he hadn’t pooped today at all?
After everything that had transpired since he told Lizze and I both that he had pooped blood, he now tells me that he had peed blood. At that point, my head was going to explode.