Today was a freak out day. I am feeling a little better, but not a whole lot.

Shawn stopped eating as much as he had been at his 3:00 am feeding. He kept eating less and less with each meal afterward. His soft spot was firmer.

I was at my whit's end.

We called the neurosurgeon.

We panicked.

Isaac took the day off because we just knew we would end up back in the hospital.

And then Shawn finally pooped a poo like no other.

And it was better.

He started eating his regular amount again.

So now I don't know what to think. The neurosurgeon told us to bring him in to emergency if we feel it is necessary, but that he seemed fine yesterday when he saw him. (I didn't tell him that he was "fine" at the neurologist's the day the shunt stopped working.) Lot of help he was. I already knew that--duh, does he take me for an idiot?

So we are back to the wait and see crap.

I just hope that this doesn't come to a head right before/during my dad's service on Saturday. Although, with the way our luck has been holding lately, it probably will.

Sigh.

I am still praying that this will work for him and we won't have to get that second shunt.