By Wednesday morning, our girl was in pretty bad shape. But at 8:30 am the FedEx truck pulled into the ER driveway, and Keeter's whole-blood was unloaded. Shortly after they were hung and dripping into Squashies.
At 10:30 am the packed red blood cells (PRBCs) came in from Michigan. It was decided to store these cells, in case we needed them later.
Dr. Kurtz said it would be best for Squashies to come home, so she would eat better and to give us some time to be with her while we waited to see if the Prednisolone can recover her mature RBC generation. (We can't do a marrow test until she gets a little stronger.)
By 6:30pm, with a PCV of 21, Squashies was ready, and so were we.
|After a bath, waiting to be discharged.|
|Crawled into mommy's lap, waiting to be discharged.|
|In her SleepyPod, waiting for Doctor Kurtz.|
|Riding home, watching daddy.|
Last night was challenging. Squashies doesn't have a lot of energy so we have to be vigilant that she will not fall, and can get where she needs to be (food, water, liter,) without risk or stress. We set up the my office with all the things she needs, and offered her food and water every hour or so. I cried because I'm horrid at pilling her, and she gets mad at me. We're all just doing the best we can right now, in the hope that she will be better eventually.
Thanks to all our furends for purrs, grrrrs, calls, emails, tweets, FBs and connections. We have a shot now... We are happy to have our little girl here with us.