The Uncertain Can Suck It

So my child has been sick. Or so I thought. He might be. I don't know.

I have had a cold for a few days...or a week. I can't keep track. But my symptoms have been watery eyes, postnasal drip, runny nose, cough, etc. My child...started out with a cough, but in the last 24 hours those others have come into play. So I naturally assumed ah yes, Jackson got my cold.

Then I noticed that when I get him up in the morning or from any given nap, he is totally fine. No symptoms. Then I feed him. Then he spits up some, as usual, although honestly it seems like lately it has gotten more frequent and more voluminous. Then I noticed that the symptoms come back soon after I feed him. It wasn't until he got really red watery eyes, a really runny nose and a really stuffy head and then puked up his whole lunch that it occurred to me that it might be a food allergy. I now have reason to suspect my son is allergic to his formula.

But of course this isn't your typical Sunday evening determination. It's Sunday of Labor Day Weekend, so the doctor isn't open tomorrow. So I get to call the on-call doc in the morning and figure out what the hell to do now.

I feel so bad for him. He's such a good baby...he really is. He doesn't fuss much, he sleeps awesome, eats like Kobayashi. He smiles and laughs even when his nose is running and his eyes are red and watery. Just now after we opted for 70% Pedialyte 30% formula dinner (obviously not at the same time) and he still spit up some Pedialyte, we put him in his jammers and held our collective breath that he would settle down. I handed him a pair of sassy rings and he proceeded to talk to me and play with rings until I decided it was bed time. It was wonderful...and makes me that much angrier that he has to put up with crap like this latest development. But at least I will be able to sleep after I got some giggles and smiles before bed.