After he was lethargic all Sunday, and continues to refuse to eat...I took Chase to the pediatrician again yesterday. We saw a different doctor than we normally see.
After I explained our whole story, she said, "Ok, you have a choice. You can bring him to the hospital now, or you can take him home and monitor him very closely as we wait for the results of the tests we're running today."
To say that I'm upset doesn't even touch it. Every time I imagine trying to split my time between home and hospital again, I start to cry. Every time I imagine Chase subjected to any kind of procedure, I cry. Every time I sit down to feed him, and he throws everything I give him on the floor and then puts his head down on his tray, I feel like a total failure. Seriously. I can't get my child to eat. What is wrong with me?
Basically, he's lost a pound in a month. He's borderline dehydrated. No one can tell me what's wrong...yet. The ped drew blood and took 2 dirty diapers for tests. She's running everything. Hopefully there will be some answer this time. Maybe he's contracted some sort of rare and nasty bacteria and all we need is some super antibiotic. I don't even want to think about the other possibilities.
We're off to the GI guy again this afternoon. The ped told me to push for a GI scope, so we can actually see what is going on down there.
On a positive note, Chase has eaten some breakfast today and drank about 6 oz of milk with a scoop of infant formula in it. He's been pretty active this morning and has even been almost happy most of the time.
So, yeah. We could use some prayers and thought in the next week or so. We need some answers. We need some solutions. We need for Chase to eat. We need our sanity back.