No-man is being a little feisty. It's hard to blog about it. I'm feeling a bit defeated yet again. He's figured out how to throw up again so we are dancing that dance (part two). It's not as intense but it's definitely a little more unnerving since it was supposed to stop for good with the Fundoplasty. Not the case. We've made the phone calls and sent the emails to possibly try a new formula but nothing happens overnight when it comes to change and THE DIET. We were attempting solid foods and he was doing pretty well, but that is all on hold for now. :(
Surgery is next Monday and I'm becoming more anxious with every passing day. THANK GOD my parents, sis, and niece are coming in for support. We will be able to spend a few days together and so what if it's in the hospital! That's a second home for us anyway! Frankly, I feel more at home there than most places.
On a high note... Seizures are still at bay (Knock on wood!!!) and Noah is using his new equipment (Stander and Creepster Crawler). He's SO NOT a fan of the new "toys" but boy oh boy I am! Push Push Push!!! He'll be walking in no time, Pops! :)