Because this poor kid hasn't been through enough already...
On and off since the cath, there's been blood mixed in with his poop. We weren't sure where it was coming from, the culture showed no virus, but it was there. His pediatrician didn't seem too concerned, but we were getting worried. Yesterday, which was the medical DAY FROM HELL (mammo for a supposed lump in my breast which showed nothing, the phone call with the date for Sammy's next surgery - which is almost a full two weeks earlier than I was planning on - and this), it got worse. The pediatrician made an appointment with the gastroenterologist on Thursday and wanted to see him this morning, just to "eye him over."
Yeah. Never made it to the pediatrician. Nothing like a DIAPER FULL OF BLOOD to freak a mother out and send her racing to the ER.
Turns out, after a long day at Childrens', our little monkey has an intolerance for milk proteins. The last few months of second-hand yogurt, ice cream and milk wreaked havoc on his poor little intestines - hence, the blood.
So this mama gets to completely cut out milk and soy from her diet. Sure, switching to formula would be easier, but I really believe breastmilk is best and I want to do everything I possibly can for him - even if it means forgoing cheese and lattes for a few months.
So - it's been fun over on this end. My poor little monkey.
Interesting tidbit - this time, this day last year, I was the only one who knew I was pregnant. While I sat around the living room, eyeing the test and waiting for Jay to come home, I wrote the following:
Dear baby,
There's one thing your dad made me promise: don't get pregnant before my birthday. I turn 30 on Wednesday. It's Monday, and there were two little lines on that little plastic stick screaming, "Happy birthday Mommy!"
Whoops.
I've been really tired the past few days. My period's been screwy the past few months, but I knew last month I got it on the 18th. It was early - I'm usually around the 24th, so this month I wasn't sure if I was due the 18th or the 24th or somewhere in-between. This morning I felt a little sick - it was different than the normal nausea - and I was exhausted in a way I couldn't imagine I'd ever be exhausted, so I decided to pick up a test on my way home.
Two little lines for something so incredibly huge.
I'm still trying to figure out a fun way to tell your daddy. We've been working around the house a lot the past few weeks, and we're so tired (though at least now I know the exhaustion isn't just because I was painfully out of shape!). I was thinking about hitting up when he walked through the door, telling him not to get mad, but that I have another project for him... and this one's kinda big.
I know this is one project he won't be complaining about!
I've got two hours until he gets home, and I'm bursting at the seams. Ready for nap, but trust me - bursting at the seams.
Holy crap. We're having a baby.
Love,
Mommy
(P.S. It still doesn't feel real.)
And you know what? Sometimes it STILL doesn't feel real. :-)
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