Let's talk about Stress, baby

I never plan on being so neglectful...it just happens.

But in my defense, it's been crazy. Almost 2 weeks ago, our furnace stopped working and it took 5 days to get it straightened out. It was fixed last Tuesday and let me tell you, 50 degrees is WAY too cold in the house! At the same time the furnace man came, I was at the doctor's office with Caleb, just to be sure he was fine because he'd been throwing up after eating. Still pooping and peeing no problem, eating regulary, happy and content, but not sleeping as well at night. And he wasn't spitting up, but projectile-almost-emptying-his-stomach throwing up. He hadn't been too fussy and was still happy, so it was about 2 weeks this went on. I decided last Tuesday to take him in because Husband said he had a short period of time where it seemed like he was struggling with breathing - sounded to me from Husbands description that he was grunting, like a newborn who's lungs aren't quite mature and they start to tire. Caleb seemed fine in the a.m. when I fed him before going home to bed, but he wasn't his usual self when I picked him up. Mother's intuition said to take him in, just in case he's got RSV since my Fabulous new insurance refused to pay for the Synagis vaccines he was getting to prevent it. I really thought it'd be a pat on the shoulder, and an "He's just fine Mommy, quit worrying" kind of appointment since he wasn't really acting too sick. Nope. At almost 6 months, he's only 11lb 8 oz - the same as he was at his 4 month appt. That made Mommy completely freak out and bought us a pyloric sonogram, blood work and a urine sample. I also now know how they do a sweat test. And we get to see a pediatric GI doctor in a week. Yep, it's been, shall we say, a wee bit stressful here. I'd update more, but my bed is calling me after a long stressful night at work that included one true emergency.