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I took Aaron to a GI specialist because he'd been having some weird stomach issues along with his low weight gain. I'd tried to get him an appointment with his primary care doctor to discuss what to feed him, but they couldn't get me in for three weeks. So, I called the children's hospital, dropped the names of other specialists he'd seen, and they got me an appointment a few days later. 

The specialist wasn't too concerned about his weight or other issues, but was concerned that he'd started vomiting solids and wanted to make sure that his intestines were all in the correct places. So, they scheduled him for an x-ray a few days later. 

Aaron had to fast so we had to wake him up early and feed him. We were worried that he'd be super cranky from not eating, but he actually slept the rest of the morning and I had to wake him up. He was so confused and was giving me the weirdest faces. 

 Aaron chatted in the car the whole way to the hospital and was really happy while we waited. It was right before his appointment that he started getting grumpy. We were finally called back and Aaron got into a gown, and so did we. 
They had Aaron drink a strawberry mix of barium and had him lay on his side in a weird position so that they could watch him swallow it. Sammy held his feet and I held his hand. They kept flipping him around to see the food from every angle. After he'd had an ounce, his stomach was full and we waited for it to go into his intestines. It was the craziest thing to watch. If his stomach gets full from just an ounce, how does he eat six at a time? 

It was such a relief to hear the doctors say everything looked normal. They stopped the x-ray and just a little after five minutes we were done. 

The doctors told us the whole time that Aaron is such a pleasant baby and good tempered and our next baby is probably going to be a giant grump. When people keep telling me that over and over, it really makes me not want to have another one. If I have such a hard time some days with Aaron who is such a good baby, how would I handle a grumpy one? 

I didn't realize how worried I'd been about the x-ray until after it. I was in a sad mood the rest of the day because I'd just been so worked up worried that he wasn't normal and he'd have to have major surgery and something bad would happen. Thankfully that isn't the case. I'm so thankful that we have such an amazing children's hospital so close to us. 

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