Our Thanksgiving was a bit crazy for many reasons. Let me start at the beginning. My Aunt Sue, Uncle Paul and Grandma Lynn came to visit us from Rhode Island the weekend before Thanksgiving to meet little Owen, so we decided to take the opportunity to celebrate Thanksgiving with my family a little early. So, my parents and brother also came that weekend. So we had Grant, myself, Olivia (on Owen's crib mattress) and Owen all sleeping in our room; Grandma Lynn on Olivia's bed, Aunt Sue and Uncle Paul on the pull-out couch in the bonus room, Mom and Dad on an air mattress in Owen's room and my brother on the couch downstairs! We have never had so many people stay at our house at the same time - but it all worked out and it was nice to have so much family around for thanksgiving! We had a nice time with my relatives from Rhode Island!
Here is Grandma Lynn holding Owen with Aunt Sue and Uncle Paul in the back:
Grandma with Liv and Owen:
Here is our "new" family at our Thanksgiving feast!
Here is Aunt Sue and Uncle Paul with the kids:
We had planned to go to Lenoir the Saturday and Sunday over Thanksgiving weekend to celebrate with Grant's family . . . but we never made it. Owen had gotten pretty sick that week - started throwing up Tuesday night (I mean violent, projectile vomiting - just about his entire bottle after a feeding). On Wednesday, it got a bit worse. Thursday (Thanksgiving day) - he wasn't keeping anything down. We managed to get one good bottle in him that evening - but by morning - he thew all of it up!! We called the pediatrician because we were so worried about him (Friday morning) and he said to try some pedialyte and if he didn't keep that down we were to head to the ER. He was worried about not only dehydration, but also possible Pyloric Stenosis (which Drew had to have surgery for when he was couple weeks old). This is when the opening from the stomach to the small intestine is basically closed up. Well, the pedialyte didn't stay in him, and nothing really seemed to - so we headed out to the ER that afternoon. Here is the poor little guy at the hospital in his gown and the second picture shows his pitiful little IV in his ankle:
Thankfully, the ultrasound showed that he didn't have pyloric stenosis or any other of the couple really bad things it could be. So it was pretty much undetermined when we left the hospital (and of course, he didn't throw up the bottle we gave him at the ER, so they weren't able to see him in action). We left the hospital around 9pm that night. Well, the next morning - he threw up really badly again - so Grant took him to see our pediatrician - while I stayed home with Olivia. The doctor's best guess was a formula sensitivity (we had no idea it could be so extreme!), but also gave us a reflux medicine prescription - just in case. So we were back on liquid gold formula - Alimentum.
It seemed to help some, but we were still having 1-2 violent episodes a day. So we started him on the reflux medicine on Wednesday and (knock on as much wood as you can find before reading further) so far, we haven't had any more violent episodes, just some pretty normal spit-ups. Yeah! He has been eating better and seems to be doing much better.
Since we weren't able to go to Lenoir that weekend, Alan and Susan decided to come visit us that Sunday (and check on poor little Owen). Here is Alan with the kids:
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