So Today was G.I. Day for E-boy. It's too bad he's had to endure the pain, the tests, the meds, the inability to really enjoy food, the sleep deprivation, and the genral irritability that this has caused him. Yet despite all that crap, this little guy has such a sweet and fun little personality. That's a blessing.
The appointment went well, though we did miss our sidekick, "Aunt Penny". She has been through several Cincinnati visits with us and I always enjoy having someone with her attention to detail and intelligence to debrief each visit with. Especially big ones like this one.
Ethan is doing great, no changes were made to his meds or the doses. We're going to split up the prevacid and give him some at night in the hopes that he will sleep better. The doc suspects that reflux has been waking him up at night, and I hope he's right and we can manage it to a level that allows him (well, both of us) to sleep more than 2 hours at a time.
I also had the good fortune of speaking to a nutrionist, an unplanned and much needed experience. I'll spare you those details, except to say that Ethan is not considered a case that they would describe as "failure to thrive", in spite of the fact that he's at the 3rd percentile for weight. We all agreed that he started out small (4 lbs.) and it will take time to catch up.
{Related Tidbit} - the speech therapist has been working with him on oral motor/feeding issues, i.e. fascinating!
