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All the Doctors

In January we spent quite a bit of time in the doctor's office. We went to establish care with Aaron's new pediatrician. We really like them. Then we were back two days later because I thought Aaron was spitting up blood. They got me in fifteen minutes after I called and ended up staying two hours after close with us. I can't say how incredibly grateful I am for them. I feel like other doctors would have just sent us to urgent care where we would have waited all night. 

Sammy was able to get off work early and be with us which I was so grateful for. At one point they almost sent us to the hospital because they did a blood test that came back really low and might have indicated internal bleeding. They did it again and got a different number that was still low. I was glad to know that I'd put a go bag in the car earlier that week just in case we ever have to stay in the hospital again because holy cow it was awful to wear the same underwear for a few days. Aaron was eating fussy before Sammy showed up, but as soon as he got there he cuddled right up to him. 
They ended up sending us home that night, and Aaron was okay. We went back later and had his blood tested and the levels had gone back to normal. I also had to bring in a stool sample to have that tested. We had an appointment with some specialists at the hospital later that week, and they told me they were pretty sure he wasn't spitting up blood, but weren't sure what it was. 

Aaron had another scope done and that went well. I was so nervous before it, and thankfully Sammy was able to come with me. We were a really good team. His last scope he screamed bloody murder for a few minutes before eating. This time he screamed for a few seconds, and Sammy held his hand and talked to him while I held him. He calmed right down and did wonderfully. Thankfully Aaron isn't aspirating anymore something I'm so relieved about. However, his weight gain is slowing down, so we get to meet with more specialists for that. I'm just grateful that these are the things we're dealing with. Every time we go to the Children's hospital my heart breaks for all the other parents there. 


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