These days, the actual vomiting/spitting up is considerably less, but we can still hear the reflux as it tries to work its way back up his throat. Since D has a few other medical issues going on (which we haven't and probably will never blog about here), it was decided that we should take a closer look at the reflux to make sure there was nothing unusual going on. So off we headed to a nearby children's hospital to have an upper endoscopy, biopsy, and pH probe completed. These aren't overly invasive procedures, but when you're 11 months old, it's still pretty un-fun. The results show that everything looks pretty standard for a kiddo with really bad reflux; nothing overly unusual, although we're still waiting to hear back on the biopsies and pH probe results. Hopefully we'll just have a little guy who falls into the 3% of reflux children who don't grow out of it until 12 months of age.
Here are some pics we grabbed:
Funny story: There were two pediatric patients with the same last names waiting for the same procedures. I was assured that this wouldn't be a problem; there are lots of safety checks and double-checks before anything is done. Not two seconds later, a doctor walked in, introduced herself, started talking, and then realized that D wasn't her patient. Needless to say, I was not pleased. The tag you see on the back of D's shirt, along with a giant sign posted outside our room, were the results of my insistance that I no longer trusted the hospital's "safety practices."
Things were a little rough after the anesthesia wore off. The tape you see on D's face is holding the pH probe in place. It went through his nose into his throat to measure the acid coming up during moments of reflux. He had to keep it in for 24 hours. No fun. The "casts" on his arm were to keep him from pulling out the probe.
The nurses were very sweet. D's teddy bear, Temesgen (aka Timmy), arrived back in full hospital regalia.