About 3 months ago, Oliver started exhibiting the same food sensitivity symptoms as his sister did when she was 6 months old (read: blood in his diaper). We started down the road of pediatric gastroenterology, Mama had to give up all dairy and soy, and we thought that was the end of it. Here we are at 9 1/2 months, and I spent the morning at Cornell Medical Center with Oliver doing a swallow assessment, following up with the pediatric GI, and subjecting my little man to a barium esophageal x-ray. What a sad sight that was - Oliver screaming at the top of his lungs, chalky white liquid staining his face as they tried to pump it into his mouth with a syringe, and tears staining his little cheeks. The esophageal x-ray was to rule out any obstructions to doing a (GASP) endoscopy on my little guy to see if there are any obstructions impeding his solid food intake. I am getting anxious just writing the word and thinking about it.
Words were thrown around this morning - ones that I hadn't anticipated hearing... therapy... services... early intervention... I feel like I am just at the tip of the iceberg here, and starting a looooooooooooong road ahead.