After a few days on the hospital with his Mom, Minion was able to come home. He was still tiny - weighing 14 pounds. His stomach tube was removed, and he was trying to nurse, but was not very coordinated, and pretty darn short - very difficult for him to reach. I tried to get him to nurse, but he would get worn out, and Jasmine would get cranky after a while. So, I milked her and gave him some milk and Mares Match in a pan, which he sort of slurped/licked up. He wasn't getting much, and although I was feeding him every 2 hours, he was losing weight again. I was also taking his temp frequently, which was not staying up, and was down to about 94 - very, very low. He had a heating pad, and a warm blanket, and hot water bottles, but still was not improving.
After a few days, he was getting more uncoordinated and weak, so it was back to the hospital, and Dr. Bryant got to work with him this time. I really had no hope - he was soooo scrawny and weak - he had lost 2 1/2 pounds again. The stomach tube was sewn into his nose once more, and he was back to being watched and fed very frequently. Dr. Bryant wanted me to bring Jasmine back too, so Minion could continue to try to nurse, but we finally decided it wasn't worth it - he was so small and weak that he needed continuous, good nourishment and it was so hard to monitor if he getting much nursing. Plus, he couldn't live outside, so he'd have to go out, nurse, and come back in again every 2 hours. Pretty hard on both of them (as well as on Dave and I!) After another week at Pilchuck, and more blood tests, and an xray, he was finally discharged once again. His temp was staying up to normal, and he was drinking out a pan with no trouble.
So, he became an official "house horse", and lived in an extra large dog crate. He spent a lot of time under the computer desk, sucking on my toes. Very odd sensation! The 2-3 hour feedings began again, and logging of his weight, mils consumed each feeding and temperature. His temp continued to stay normal, so that was a HUGE hurdle to overcome. He even developed a little attitude, which was naughty, but at the same time I was glad that he was demonstrating normal behavior. He got to go outside for a little while each day, in the backyard. He had to be supervised, as there were eagles nearby that could have snatched him. I was just glad to have him still be alive - I was really amazed at how great the care at Pilchuck was - he owes them his LIFE.
