Ever since he had a few sips of thin liquids yesterday, Benjamin has not stopped coughing.
He won't drink even thickened milk.
He screams and thrashes and cries BIG tears when I feed him yogurt or anything of a wet consistency.
The doctor says to keep him on thickened liquids for now. She thinks it is most likely his reflux, but is hesitant to prescribe him another medicine until he sees the GI doctor on March 8.
However, I was able to get him in with another GI doctor on March 4. This one is closer and highly recommended. So we have one week and two days.
But because B won't stop coughing (and he needs an ear recheck anyway), he and I are headed back to the pediatrician tomorrow.
We were just there last Friday.
And the Friday before that.
And the Wednesday before that.
Oh, and about an hour ago.
Because I took Andrew back in and he has his very first ear infection.
And to top it all off, Matthew is out of town.
And I spilled an entire Sonic Route 44 cherry limeade all over my van floorboard, which is now purple. After I did it, I pulled over into a parking lot to try and clean it up. Andrew was in the back, sipping on his blue coconut slush (which thankfully he did not spill). I was trying to get all the ice and limes up, I told Andrew that I spilled my drink and I thought I might cry about it.
Me--"Can I cry about it? Would that be okay?"
Andrew--"No, don't cry."
Andrew--"Because it's okay. You can just go get another one."
So I did.
Right after I realized the irony that I was cleaning up a purple mess in my van while in the parking lot of Eye Ear Optical.
Yep. That's right.
The Purple Store.
There comes a point when you just have to laugh or you'll cry.