The specialist we took our Truffle to see about her tummy troubles recommended an endoscopy, so last week we finally received some long-awaited information. The acid is not caused by GERD, esophagal hernia, allergies, ulcers, or celiac disease. It is simply a symptom. Not of anything dreadful or lifelong. Her chances of outgrowing it are good, and we've found it is manageable with a little lemon balm tincture (a calming and anti-spasmodic herb that is safe for young children) and a lot of love and consideration.
For her morning in the hospital, she packed a few necessities. Bear-Bear and Silkie, of course. Her Bit Pig and Chickie quilt. And for good measure I sneaked in a new book, the Milly-Molly-Mandy stories, along with a current favorite, Oh Say, Can You Say? by Dr. Seuss. She was excited about the prospect of wearing jammies out of the house, and chose her hello, birdies and new matching puppy housecoat that came at Christmas. She adored the anesthesiologist, a gentle-hearted bear of a man who doted on her and soothed my anxious spirit. Everything went beautifully, and now the cloud of fear and confusion that had been glooming over us for so many months is dissipated. And we are grateful.
Details on the Robe: This vintage pattern is not for the faint of heart, but I found the extra time and head-scratching gave a pleasing and cozy little housecoat. I opted for the double-breasted version, and skipped the doll-sized robe for now, even though I've cut it out. Perhaps a Valentine's Day gift for Bear-Bear... who also came through the procedure quite well, and has the hospital jewelry to prove it. One thing I love about vintage patterns is that they occasionally carry very useful notations, like the one you see above. I did add the suggested 2 inches in length, and the Truffle will probably get another year of snuggly puppy happiness as a result.