The Never-Ending Story

Alas, it seems our vomitron story will never end. We seem to think we have cleared one hurdle on the road to healthiness, and instead we clip our toe and topple over again. Luckily mommy and daddy are the sort that will get up and continue to stumble and stumble until we reach the finish line and get our little man back on track.

Yesterday's doctor appointment was reassuring. We did all the right things, and Dr. T is pretty sure it was viral and that it's winding down. There's been no fever. There's been no vomiting. The issue of liquipoo was all that remained, and she said that could be attributed to some babies developing a lactose intolerance when they have a stomach virus. He has lost at least a pound...and it shows, poor skinny thing. That's par for the family...Jason lost six and I lost eight during our endurance of this evil evil virus.

So we switched him to lactose-free formula, just for the week. The benefits seemed to be in play within the evening as the frequency of liquipoo plummeted almost immediately. He got up this morning and for the first time since Monday there wasn't a diaper of poo waiting for us. Unfortunately, the lactose-free formula doesn't stay down as well as the AR, so the spitting up of days gone by has made a reappearance..hopefully we can figure out some combination to keep the liquipoos at bay and the food in his sweet sweet tumtum so he can return to plump and jolly form. And he had a massive poo in the high chair, which was kind of disgusting I won't lie to you. But it wasn't liquipoo.

The upside is he is symptom-free, but hasn't been for 24 hours so no school again today. Monday though...keeping our fingers crossed and hoping for Monday.