A few weeks ago, after we got home from the beach, we started noticing bumps on Cooper's face. He's had bumps like this before, many time in fact, and we thought it was more of the same thing. But, this time he wouldn't stop scratching them and he broke skin a few times. We took him in and a few hundred dollars later were sent home with some medicine. Fun.
About a week into the medicine Coop starting acting funny. He messed in the house one night and just couldn't hold it. Poor guy. We took him off the meds. Friday morning he started throwing up. A lot. He hadn't eaten all day and every sip of water came back up onto our carpet. After a long day of this, and many trips to the backyard we noticed he had blood in his stool. It was after hours so we decided to take him to emergency. Three hours later he was sent home with some medicine for vomiting and acid. About a minute in the door he was bleeding rectally again and we agreed he needed to go back. Something wasn't right. It was almost 10pm at this point and knew he'd be staying over night at the vet.
The doctors did an x-ray and learned that he had a growth on his spleen. Not sure what it was, they ordered an ultrasound for the next morning. We were told that it's one of two things, inflammation or cancer. That night was pretty rough. We googled every possible scenario and tried really hard to keep our spirits up. I've always been a believer in things happening for a reason, but I just couldn't understand why this was happening to us. To make a long story short we'd been bombarded with work and things just kept going wrong last week. We were both exhausted and this was the breaking point. We prayed. We made calls for others to pray and I cried. My poor Coop's destiny was in God's hands, but I just couldn't come to terms with the fact that he could be very very sick.
We didn't sleep very well that night. I just couldn't close my eyes knowing that in the morning I could wake up with terrible news. I think aroud 2 am exhaustion took over.
Our prayers worked. Saturday morning we got the call that it wasn't cancer. Coop was suffering from a very bad case of inflamation in his intestines, lymph nodes and spleen. We still don't know what caused it or if the medication we're giving him is helping, but he's home and we're very happy that he's with us. He's still very tired and lethargic, but he's eating and still as lovable as ever.
As for the wee one, she's doing pretty good. Big news around the house is that she got her first tooth about a week and a half ago. She's so proud of it too and if everything in the house would fit into the palm of her hand it would end up in her mouth with that tooth. I think she's working on number two because man has she been grumpy!
Little miss thang is so stinkin cute these days. She's all over the place trying to crawl and just can't sit still anymore. She wants to move and won't stop for anything, even a bottle! So much for my little cuddle muffin, this girl's got places to go and people to see! It won't be long before she's crawling around the house, and man are we in for it.
I've taken some video but it's way late and I'll try to get it uploaded tomorrow. I'm just too tired to find the memory card. More updates to come! g'night!
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