Vomitare!

J, my Special Snowflake, has been sick. Well, not sick, exactly, just kind of chronically vomiting. About every two weeks for the past couple of months, she has woken up in the morning, vomited (mostly bile), slept a couple more hours and then been absolutely fine until the next incident. It doesn't mimic the symptoms of a bug, and none of the rest of us has been sick. It's more like she's pregnant or hungover, both of which seem frankly unlikely.

Last night it happened again, and since we happened to be co-sleeping, I got spattered. I left for Seattle early this morning, so G took her to the doctor today. (The guilt! But someone has to bring home the bacon.) Mind you, we had called the practice pretty much every time, and even took her to urgent care once, and were repeatedly told by various doctors-on-call that she was fine. 

But today, J was actually seen by her actual doctor. She passed an in-office neurological examination. She was then sent for an x-ray and some blood draws. G reported that the doctor said that it could be metabolic or neurological. And that was pretty much all he reported. I was all...did you ask WHAT disorders? What does the doctor think? Why would this be a neurological issue? Did you tell her X, Y and Z? And, last but certainly not least, is J going to die???

Me, not J

So I did what any modern, attached and cray cray concerned mother would do--I called the doctor. Who (and this is why I love her--she's my PCP as well)
called me back! Personally, not via her MA, and not in a rush. I answer the phone, and she says, "Kimberley, this is Kimberly." How do you not love her?

J's x-ray was fine and the lab tests that had been completed were normal. There were a couple more she had to send out that will take a couple of days. Bottom line--if the rest of the tests are negative, J will have a head scan (CT or MRI). Poor little monkey.

The doctor said not to worry now but she would be concerned if we had to go further. (She's always honest, but positive--did I mention I love her?) All I can say is, after the crap couple of years we've had, my baby had goddamn better well be fine. Dr. Capp is essentially diagnosing by elimination--abdominal migraine (I know, right?), seizure (atypical, maybe? I don't remember), the ominous "something more serious" or my favorite--just something she'll pass through.

On the other hand, maybe she simply likes to puke. Just like Daddy: