Since Adam turned 4, I was able to move him up and into a new gymnastics class. There were supposedly 5 openings in it so I assumed it would just be Adam and 1 other kid (which Miss Dawn had told us a couple of weeks ago). Well, the class had been combined with another class (due to only one girl in the class) so when it started, there was one teacher, 6 girls, Adam, and 1 other boy. Too many kids! During warm-up, Adam could not pay attention and was rolling all over the floor and just being goofy and not listening very well.. Miss D. showed up to help Miss A. and took 5 girls and left Adam, Zack, and Mia with Miss A. Whew!! They went over to work on some of the equipment which went fairly well but it's so hard for the kids to remember what they are supposed to do on each thing. Plus, this teacher has a hard time making sure she pays equal attention to all the kids so Adam kept skipping one of the things, nearly broke his neck trying to do a backwards roll the wrong way, and putting his arms (instead of just holding on with his hands) inside the rings and swinging. Finally, she told the kids to freeze and line up behind her. Adam paused on the bar he was going to do then I saw him hold on to it and then his face/nose just bounce off of it. I immediately went "Ooh!' and started coming down the bleachers before he even started to cry... and then it hit him. Miss A. handed him over to me and then his nose started bleeding! Yikes! Through his tears he said he wanted to go home and Miss A. said to get an ice pack on the way out. He calmed down by the time we got the ice pack and said he wanted to watch the rest of the class. He was climbing all over the bleachers and back to being his crazy self.
Later...Adam had piano lessons. This was a horrible week trying to get him to practice so I warned Mr. Schmidt. I even tried bribing Adam with a chocolate sucker if he was good. It ended up being a bad lesson as well. Adam kept running out and banging on the lobby door screaming for me. Thankfully Mr. Schmidt has a lot of patience and somehow distracted him enough to get him back in the piano room. When the lesson was over and we were walking to the car, Adam asked where his sucker was. Ha!
I got a break when I took Kirby to the vet for a recheck by myself. The vet thinks Kirby looks even more jaundiced. He gained 2 lbs in 2 weeks but not because he actually ate (I had to force feed him most of the time) but because his abdomen is beginning to fill with fluid due to the liver disease. We decided to try an appetite stimulant (Remeron) and another liver nutritional supplement on top of the other 2 supplements and every other day injections of some Chinese herbals. Hopefully they will help stimulate what, if any, liver he has left. He is off antibiotics to see how he does. We know that he probably doesn't have much time but it is not time for the big E-word just yet. He is not in pain, his eyes are bright, and he still perks up when Dave comes down in the morning or when asked if he wants to go for a walk (despite not being able to walk very well). If his liver improves, we will be buying a harness to be able to help him stand up and get up/down the deck stairs. For now...we wait and hope.
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