On the plus side, the new nanny started and so far she seems great. She's very engaged with the kids when she's here, playing with them and reading to them. Since she started I even had, oh, I don't know, let's say two relatively normal days. They felt unbelievably luxurious. Their sheer simplicity and ease should have been a warning that things could not stay that way for long.
Enter something vicious. As in some sort of new, vicious bug that decided to infect Lemon just when we'd started to actually see some real weight gain from the ciproheptadine. This bug is definitely different than anything we've had before. Our pattern for the entirety of Lemon's life is that first he gets a cold, with sneezing and a runny nose. Then we wring our hands and do extra treatments for a few days, until the cough sets in. Then we do extra treatments for a while longer to see if we can kick it, which we've done once or twice. Otherwise, we're calling for antibiotics.
It kills me to see the weight we fought so hard to put on him just melting off in a matter of a few days. We can barely get anything into him, and not everything that we get in stays in. He has a very touchy gag reflex even when well, and when not well it gets even touchier. We've stripped his medication and vitamin regimen down to the absolute essentials--basically just the antibiotic and enzymes on those few occasions that he expresses any interest in food whatsoever. At least he's drinking enough water and juice to stay hydrated, but that's about it. We have a clinic visit coming up on Wednesday, which was supposed to be the follow-up visit where we saw great results from the ciproheptadine. Instead it will be a sick visit where we figure out if the oral antibiotic is doing enough, and see how much ground we've lost on weight gain in the mean time.