These are a few pictures of my favorite girl in the whole wide world from a couple weeks ago. Looking at these pictures you wouldn't know she cries at least twice a day because her tummy hurts.
You wouldn't know she spent the last 30 minutes sitting on the couch begging me to give her medicine (I did) and take her to the doctors (I called).
My girl's stomach is full of gas and stool. She is literally full of sh*t.
Warning: Poop will be mentioned a lot in this post.
This all started about two months ago. Her belly looked bloated, and she didn't want to eat. Then we noticed she wasn't having normal bowel movements. We weren't too worried, because the discomfort she felt would quickly pass and she would go back to being her normal self.
Two and a half weeks ago (has it really only been two and a half weeks?!) we took her to the doctors to get examined for the first time.
The next day we went in for an x-ray and she was started on Myralax.
The one and only goal of the Myralax was to bind with the stool in her stomach, soften it and let her have one solid, but soft, poop a day.
Unfortunately, it didn't work as anticipated. While it did make her go to the bathroom, it wasn't solid. It was like sludge (I warned you about the poop talk), and some days she still didn't go.
So they sent us to get blood work. We're still waiting for some of it to come back, but all the scariest stuff that was keeping me up at night that it could have has been ruled out.
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| On our way to CHKD. She was not happy. |
Then came the ultrasound. We had to be at the CHKD in Norfolk by 8 am. That meant leaving no later than 7:15 to be sure we didn't get stuck in traffic. On a normal day, Peyton doesn't wake up until 9:30, and when she is woken up she is craaaaanky. So we were not headed off to a good start. Add on top of that the cold that she came down with the day before (and still has), she was not a happy camper. Every 5-10 minutes she would break out in tears because she didn't want to be there. When she would get upset, I had to place my forearm across her legs and Nick had to hold her arms so the ultrasound tech could do their job. In case you didn't know, pinning a strong-headed two year old down when she's upset is probably the worst way to calm her down.
Luckily as we were leaving she discovered the interactive projector on the floor and and played with it so she at least left in a happy mood.
Waiting for her results after each test is the absolute worst feeling in the entire world. Every worst case scenario runs through your mind on repeat.
At this point, they don't know what's wrong. It sucks. But, it is also good. That means she has no masses in her stomach. That means all the terrifying things that there are test for, she's clear of right now.
Now we wait. She sees the specialist next month so hopefully we can get some answers.
Right now we have to focus on the fact that overall, she is okay.
She still plays.
She still laughs.
She still crawls in my bed when she wakes up for snuggles and kisses.
She still throws tantrums and acts like a normal two year old.
Right now, she's okay. And that's all I can focus on.
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