Poor Sick Baby

That's our little Lia. Okay, so she's not that sick. But still. Lia was born with acid reflux and a pretty nasty version. When she was a newborn she would eat and eat and eat and then throw it all up, scream and cry and arch her little back. It was so sad. We put her on Prilosec pretty quickly and it helped tremendously. When she turned one we (Tyler and I and the Pediatrician) figured she had outgrown it as most kids do by that age. We took her off the Prilosec and she started throwing up her food again, crying and acting miserable. We determined it was her reflux and she had not outgrown. And then it led us to lots of tests and a surgery. Lia had a barium study done which was no big deal at all.



She laid on a table, I squirted white dye into her mouth with a syringe because she wanted nothing to do with that stupid baby bottle they gave her (it had been like 6 months since she gave up bottles) and they took a live x-ray of her esophagus. Everything came back normal.





So our next stop was was an endoscopy and biopsy of her stomach and esophagus to make sure everything was okay on that end. And of course it was. But it didn't negate the fact that my poor baby had to be put under anesthesia and poked with needles and suffer a sore throat for a few days. And I know on a scale of kids with sicknesses Lia's is like at the way WAY bottom and this little routine procedure is like NO big deal at all (she doesn't have cancer or a brain tumor or some other much scarier more traumatic thing) but still, I was nervous for her. I was scared at how she'd take to the anesthesia. I was nervous she'd hate us for making her actually do it because I couldn't really explain to her what was going on and why she'd hurt when she woke up. I knew they wouldn't find anything wrong with her. And they determined she just has reflux (like me) and will be on meds for a while. I was still nervous for her.



But as expected, she was TOTALLY fine for the whole thing. Within about half an hour of coming out of anesthesia she was dancing on the floor. So I'm guessing we have nothing to worry about there. She of course refused the popsicles they gave her in the recovery room (because our kids are cool that way) but she finally drank some water when we gave her a straw and definitely preferred to be held by her daddy for a little while.




That night we were eating at In N Out.


Oh, and we got this cool picture of her esophagus and stomach. How many of you have a picture like this of your baby?