A Bit Discouraged

We drove the hour and fifteen minute drive to the gastrointestinal specialist today. Tru, the little booger, was squealing and laughing, and being absolutely delightful. I overheard a mother of a sick little girl say, "well, it can't be that bad!" Like, I literally felt like a fool for being at a gastrointestinal doctor's specialty office with poor, precious young children whose faces screamed they were miserable and needed to be there for help and my baby is laughing and being adorable!!  A FOOL! My only hope is that he made the day of s few kids not feeling so grand.

Luckily, the specialist told me that this happens ALL the time (parents with sick kids come and their kids are having a happy day) and that she believed me that Tru was indeed a screamer.

Another head-to-toe as Tru grabbed and chewed on her stethoscope cord and I was given a few things to watch for and to immediately run to the ER for an ultrasound to check for intussuception (basically, the intestines fold like a telescope and gets stuck and there is blockage) if begins screaming like her has.

She gave me as prescription for liquid intestinal relaxants/painkillers and sent Tru on his way.

Not a total waste of time but basically a waste of time.

Oh, Tru! We're so blessed to live in a country with advanced health care for fragile little babies like yourself! So blessed!

We love you, Baby Boy!