Current mood:

relieved

our very busy day.....

Ben has some follow up appointments today at Children's Hospital. I have this love/hate relationship with CH- hate the fact that I lived there for 2 weeks, but love the fact that they exist. Such top notch care. We get to the radiology check-in, and Ben is blissfully asleep. Walk down the hall to the waiting area, he's stirring, but quiet. As soon as we hit the waiting room....screams like you've never heard in your life. Apparently he was hungry right now and dammit, he wanted to eat! Now, it only took me a minute to make his bottle, but it was the longest 60 seconds of my life. He's screaming, little boy next to us was asking his mommy "why is baby sad?"  "Because his mommy is making his baba, it's okay, honey" says his mommy.  Another little toddler came running over to look at Ben. Great.  I make the bottle and Ben starts sucking it so hard I was convinced he'd down it in like 3 seconds. I hear two moms say very sweetly "oh, thank goodness mommy fed me."  A couple of people started clapping.  The whole time I was trying to talk to him, telling him it was okay. I was mortified because when Ben gets upset, he can clear a room.  One of the moms leaned over and said "good job mommy! You're a pro."  I told her I was embarrassed because of the commotion, and she reminded me that we were at CH, and all babies cry.  And this is why I love CH.
He was a champ during his ultrasound. He was fascinated with seeing his kidneys on the monitor. He stared the entire time. He also grabbed hold of the transductor cord and wouldn't let go, but that's par for the course.  We then went to urology and watched Finding Nemo while we waited.  After a very long delay, they finally got to us,  took his measurements, and..... he has gained 3 pounds in a month and grew 1 inch!!!! He outgrew clothes that fit him fine last week.  his kidneys are fine and we have to go back for a repeat VCUG next December. Reflux is still there, but it hasn't scarred his kidneys in any way. Thank goodness for antibiotics.
I've been trying to be so careful around him because I'm still yukky. It's hard to not breathe on him and I tied a bandana around my face like Jesse James so I won't infect him. On the upside, I'm feeling a bit better. I still sound like crap, but at least I don't feel like complete shit. It's all relative I guess.