Wild Man started us off with the first hospital stay. He's a barfy little tike anyway, but when you can't keep down a 1/2 tsp liquid at a time over the course of a couple of days, doctors seem to get a little nervous. We just thought he wanted to drop percentiles from the 5th to the negatives because he's crazy like that.
Then the rest of the kiddos went down as is typical when you run a daycare like we do. And we like to take others down with us.
Grandparents, you're welcome.
Then Tiny Miss
Then the rest of the kiddos went down. And the grandparents too.
So health is now on our side and we've built a large plastic bubble around the house because it becomes Wild Man's turn again.
My dude has puked more in his little lifetime than our whole entire family times 1000. He's growing and he's happy (occasionally), he's gorgeous and he's bull-headed. But the dude can't keep his lunch.
Or breakfast. Or dinner.
So, after nearly 2 years of guessing and trying a few meds here and there, we've now gotten a top-notch doc on his case in Savannah. Now, dude's going to have to get an endoscopy in order to biopsy his esophagus and small intestine.
But we're hoping to gain some answers through this test and get this boy on track to a much healthier life.
Because every little boy deserves to keep his lunch and not let that BULLY steal it from him anymore.