I woke up today thinking this was going to be a good day. My little guy was in rare form my daughter was happy and we all got to see Daddy before he left for work. And the sun is out and its actually warm spring like weather (minus the 100 mile an hour wind gusts).
I put the T.V. on the Disney channel so the kids can watch the few shows I let them watch in the morning before my son is able to eat breakfast, I go check my emails, Facebook, and a few other miscellaneous things on the computer. Thirty minutes goes by and my son tells me he's ready for breakfast. So we get his breakfast ready - chocolate chex - and milk and he's happily eating at the counter. Then I hear this, Mommy I'm going to throw up. I go and get a napkin and sure as you know he spits up into it. So, no more eating for him. Self-imposed! He tells me again, Mommy, I'm going to throw up. So I pick him up and he gets sick in the kitchen sink, and then once again in the sink. It brought back all those horrible memories of my child after his endoscopy complication. I could see this little bit of vomit just tearing him up mentally - and he went boneless. I hugged him and told him it was okay. He said he actually felt better.
Today was his feeding clinic day. I called and cancelled his appointment and rescheduled for next week. I spoke with the psychologist and she wants me to keep doing his exercises. I was a bit surprised. She told me that if I didn't - he's smart enough and has the personality to put two and two together and will use vomiting as his means to skip doing his exercises. I know he didn't do that today, he felt cruddy. I'm guessing that he put too much food in his mouth and he gagged and then the rest of his gag reflex took over in high gear.
Meanwhile, my little guy was showing some signs of shortness of breath after playing yesterday, same thing happened a week or so ago outside. I called the cardiologist today and they called back and said to have him come in next week for an echocardiogram and EKG. They're not overly concerned but would like to check him out to be on the safe side and I'm pretty sure to also ease my husband's and my worries.
So now he's playing with his sister, running around having a good time. He was outside for an hour too. So hopefully this was just a gag reflex problem and nothing more. He did eventually eat a cheese stick and did his eating exercises. So I'm hoping all is well now.
He's such a sweet little boy though. He says to me, "mommy, can I go upstairs and play?' I told him he could. Then he says "thank you mommy!" ... "You're my friend!" Of which I replied, "yes, I'm your friend Donovan and I love you!" He says "mommy... I love you too much!"
So just when I thought my day was heading south quickly, it has done an about-face and all is well in my little world. I'm guessing God took one look at me today and said "Colleen, you've had enough worries and frustrations for a lifetime, I'm just going to cut you a break for the rest of this fine April 26th 2011 day".
To which I reply ... "THANK YOU GOD, you're way too kind to me right now!"
A thought for when you see the cardiologist next week - your son will be calm (sort of) and certainly not exerting himself physically. They might not find anything but the variables are different. If they don't see anything, perhaps ask if there's a way to track him while he's being active (like a 24 hour holter). Not that it will reveal anything but then again it might? Or ask a question like "Is there anything that could be heart related that would show when he's running but not when he's calm?" Might get them thinking outside the box.
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