Annika gave us a scare yesterday! She was scheduled to go to Chicago for an ultrasound because at her last clinic visit one of her labs was elevated, and the doctor thought her spleen felt enlarged, a possible sign of a blood clot in her portal vein. Of course, this had us a bit nervous, as Annika's previous 2 transplants were brought on or hindered by blood clot complications. The night before we were to go, Annika threw a *huge* temper tantrum, brought on by mommy's attempt to clip her nails, and followed up by a refusal to eat her yogurt, take her medicine, or brush her teeth. This is not like Anni at all, but I thought that maybe it was about time she started throwing tantrums. The next morning (when we were to leave) Anni was still asleep an hour past her usual wake-up time. I had to go wake her up because it was time for her meds. She felt very warm, but didn't have a temperature. She acted like she was still extremely sleepy, which is also not normal for her. She ate a big breakfast, took her meds like a champ, and then threw everything up. When we saw that, we decided to pack a bag for Chicago, thinking that the chances were good that we would have bad news and end up staying there for at least the weekend. Anni slept the whole way to Chicago (also unusual), and she just felt warmer and warmer, although her temperature never got much above 100.
The ultrasound took 2 1/2 hours! This was only making us more nervous, as people were coming and going, attempting to find the different arteries and veins. Anni was a perfect angel throughout the whole thing. She lay on her back, mostly still, and made her little noises. I read to her from a huge collection of books that I had brought, and she loved that. By the time the ultrasound was through, it was apparent that Annika was feeling *much* better. She was ready to run around all over the place, and she was giggling and laughing like her usual friendly self. The technicians told us that after some hunting, they had spotted flow in every major vein and artery, and that her spleen was no bigger than it was a month ago.
Just to be safe, we took her over to have Brian, our transplant nurse, take a look at her. She had a lovely conversation with Brian while he peeked in her ears, felt her tummy and checked for lymph nodes, and then pronounced her to be looking good. So it was all a false alarm, but we certainly had a nerve-wracking drive to Chicago.