Category: Jeremy

An Explanation of Sorts……

I’m tired!

Really seriously freakin’ tired!

So tired that I’d like to remove my eyeballs from my head, and pop them in my mouth to clean them from the gritty sand that feels like it’s embedding its gritty self into them. Then I’d like to remove my head from my body, and place it on the pillow, and leave it there for about a week.  At least them I’d know that some part of me was actually resting and getting some sleep.

Josiah is a lovely, lovely baby.  He is so happy and sweet.  He smiles anytime he’s awake, and is cooing at us, and loves to be held(ALL THE TIME) and I just absolutely love him to bits.

Night times are a bit more of a struggle.  He’s not awake mind you!  He has been waking up every 2 hours in the night which is getting a bit old seeing as he was doing 4 and even 5 hours at times, so I know he can do it, and if I weren’t so tired, I might attempt to just get him back to sleep without nursing him, but there’s the vicious circle……I am too tired to do anything other than roll over and nurse him.

He’s been awake until 1am or so for the last week and a bit, and then where I’d be happy for him to sleep until 4 or 5, NOPE!  Two hours or sometimes even less…..not fun!

I think that my lack of posting is directly related to how tired I am.  When I’m tired – My brain doesn’t function, and NOTHING in this world is funny or cute….not even Jeremy looking at me and asking in all seriousness when we can spend some quality time together?  What six year old asks for quality time……..what six year old uses the word “quality”?  BUT….I’ve got one better.  He asked me the other day if it hurt Josiah when they cut the umbilical cord.  “UMBILICAL!!!!”  seriously people….where does he pick these things up….I don’t even remember using the word in front of him, although obviously I must have mentioned it at some point ’cause where else would he have picked it up, but come on….this is a child who can’t sit still for 2 seconds even if I promised him an entire Halloween’s worth of candy.  Not that I would ’cause then we’d be peeing on walls again…have I told you that story…it’s a doozy…..I’ll look back in the archives to see if I did or didn’t……any way…enough for now.   ’til next time………

Growing up with Family

When we were growing up, we lived in North Vancouver.  My Dad and his brothers were born and raised there, and married and had kids of thier own.  My mom had moved to North Van (at some point, but she’s not here and so I don’t know exactly when, but my mom and dad were teenagers together, so….I have no idea where I’m going with this…moving on).

So, we as family grew up together, and most of all of my aunts and uncles had kids, and we had the pleasure of growing up together…..we all lived fairly close together when we were very young, and often slept over at each others house.

It was hard when different ones moved out of North Vancouver, and we weren’t this tight little family unit living on top of each other.  It was especially weird when I started having kids, and there weren’t a bunch of other cousins running around to play with and grow up with.

My cousin and his wife had a little boy just shortly after J was born, and only recently have they two boys really hit it off.  It’s nice to see how well they play together, and just recently, we had Ben sleep over at our house.  The boys laughed and played and chattered and giggled until super late at night, but NOT ONCE did they ever quarrel, and only once did they have a fight. 

It wasn’t a real fight – well, it was a real fight, but it was a boy fight, and not an angry fight.  They were playing and then wrestling, and then started fighting….one thing led to another, and then we were dealing with a bloody nose.  Nice!  That’s when we figured that “wrestling” wasn’t such a good idea, and moved onto a movie.

It did bring back serious memories of my own childhood, and my two brothers “playing
 with my two cousins, Darryl and Matt.  They had their fair share of cuts and scrapes and bloody incidences…..and I wonder how my parents and my aunt and uncle handled it.

Here is the fight in all it’s glory…..I love the power swinging arm motions, and the stomach punches, and the groin kicks.  If you watch carefully, you can see the last few hits that result in Ben’s bloody nose. 

Just a warning, it’s blurry – Blame the Camera Man (Jon)!


All of that, resulted in this……
Bloody Nose
I felt so bad!  He was such a brave little guy!

Every other day….or so….

So I was looking at my calendar on the side (over there on the left hand side – see that litle calendar of September) and if I write today, then I’ve done every other day this week.  That’s pretty good considering my track record lately.

Josiah is …..well, no he’s not really getting into a routine, at least not a predictable one.  He is nursing every 3 hours now instead of every 2 hours, and if I (whispering so no one will crucify me for doing this) put him on his tummy, he will sleep a little in between feedings, and my poor aching back can get a little bit of a break.

Yes, I know all about SIDS, and how to “put your baby BACK to sleep”, but all of my monkeys have flailed around on their backs and woken up every 3 minutes, and Josiah hates to be swaddled because he likes his hands up by his face, and really…I don’t have time to argue about this, because the kid is going to wake up, and then I’m occupied, so…..seeing as it’s my blog…..we are moving on.

Jeremy post dental surgeryJeremy had dental surgery today.  We are terrible parents, and he has a bazillion cavities, and one of his teeth was rotten so bad, that it needed a rooth canal, and so they just yanked it out and put a spacer in it’s place.  Then he had 2 teeth crowned, and a couple other fillings.  I’d like to say that we are not terribly parents, but I really don’t know.  Does he just have bad teeth.  When they came out at a year old, they had little brown spots on them, and I wonder if it had something to do with all the meds he was on as an infant, or if he just has extremely soft teeth.  I do know that he didn’t get the same care and attention as Geli and Xan, but I didn’t think we were THAT lax.  Oh well, I can beat myself up over it or move on and let it go.  We’ve been EXTREMELY dilligent with his teeth and brushing and flossing, and now that everything is fixed, we’l be able to tell in 6 months to a year if it’s us or his cruddy teeth.  Is it bad that I’m hoping it’s the teeth?

The picture is him post surgery and laying very quietly.  I think I’d like him to have surgery once a week if it means he’s going to be still and quiet for the whole day.  Just kidding!  sort of!

And, I’m tired!  Yup, I was so tired last night, while I was waiting for 10:30pm to roll around so we could give Josiah a bath and then I could nurse him to sleep, that I almost cried thinking about having to get up with him in the middle of the night. 

We made it until bed time, though, and the wonderful little man fell asleep at 11pm, and didn’t wake up unti 3:56am….and I didn’t cry when I got up to change his diaper.  Yah for me! And a huge YAh for him.  All of my kids have been pretty good in the sleep department, and it’s nice to have another one that looks like he won’t be doing the “up every hour or even every other hour” night feeds.  I don’t like those!  And no one in my family likes me when I have to do one of those.  Heck, I don’t even like me when I have to do one of those.  Mean and Nasty!

I have found one little item that I want, and I just need to save up the money to get it.  It’s not too expensive, but I don’t have any discretionary fnds right now, and I don’t want to go back to doing lunch monitoring at the school right now.

Any way, enough about that, it’s this cool little device.

The Itzbeen!

It counts time and helps to keep track of how long you fed and which side you last nursed on.  It keeps track of the details so that you and your sleep deprived brain doesn’t have to.  It even has a little flash light so you can see your baby in the dark – if you’re anal and just want to check that they are still breathing in their little bassinette right beside you….’cause it’s not like you didnt’ hear them grunting and moaning around a gas bubble about 20 seconds ago.

Anyway, it’s totally cool, and I can buy one on-line, or they have them at a shop in Vancouver.  It’s totally affordable at about $40, and SO worth the hassle of not having to try and recall all that information.

So, I’m sitting here in my pyjamas, and cooking some rice noodles for J to eat, and Sia is sleeping, and I really have to go and try to do “something”…..I’m not sure what the something is…..there are just so many somethings that need to be done.  Maybe I’ll just ignore it all and read.  That’s “something” – isn’t it?

Edited to Add:

I’d love to start my own on-line store with all the cool baby items that I’ve found  and endorse.  Doesn’t that sound like fun?  I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and will have to talk to Jon about it to see if it’s even worth pursuing the thought any further.  It’s not like I wouldn’t be ble to get a smoking website – I even know an amazing web designer who I could probably convince to make me one for some “favors”.  What do you think about the idea?

Time Flies

JosiahJosiah’s getting so big.  I’m not sure if I really like this picture, because he looks like a little boy, and not a tiny baby.

I’d rather dress him in little footed jammies, and onesies,and have him look little rather than put really cute tiny big kid clothes on him, but I figured that if I didn’t put this outfit on him, that he’d out grow it before he ever wore it, so this was his first day of real clothes….as opposed to pajama type baby clothes.

Yes, Jon is holding him, but he made a goofy face, and this was the cutest one of Josiah.  So I just cropped Jon right out of it.  Nice of me, eh?

I still can’t believe that Josiah is almost 6 weeks old now…..Boo Hoo!  Where has the time gone?  Before I blink he’ll be 16 and learning how to drive.  Can’t go there…freaking out……….moving on to a different topic.

Jeremy!  Oh my sweet boy!  What will I do with you?  You are sure teaching me a lot of different things, and not all of them did I want to learn or ever have to deal with.

So, first of all Jeremy was placed in the Grade 2/3 split class, and because he left Grade one not meeting the requirements for the Grade 1 level – I’ll admit……I was a little shocked when we were notified that he was in this class.  And then, to learn who his teacher was……well, she’s very strict and…ummmm……….comes across harsh and….ummmm……well, she seems kind of mean – to be honest.

So, Jon tells me that we have a meeting with his teacher, and the Learning Assistance Guy, and the Behavioral Guy on Monday after school.   Jeremy hadn’t been feeling well over the weekend, but seemed to be fine on Sunday.  On Monday when we were walking to school, he started complaining about feeling sick when we were just across the street from the school.  Hmmm!  What’s up with that?

He was full on stressed out and panicking by the time we got to where his class lines up to go into their class.  I walked him to his class, and then left him there crying.  Felt like a fabulous parent – NOT – , but I was hoping that he’d calm down and get “into” it, and be okay.

We got a call at recess time saying that he still wasn’t feeling well, and could we come and get him.  We did pick him up, but told him that if he was coming home sick…sick kids had to go and get in their beds ’cause staying home from school, sick, wasn’t a very fun thing to do.  To my surprise, he went and got into his bed, and promptly fell asleep.  No physical signs of sickness though.  All stress related!

We showed up at this meeting on Monday afternoon, and it wasn’t a bad meeting,  more along the lines of trying to figure out strategies to help Jeremy and his teacher in the classroom.  We shared a bit about J, and the LA teacher shared some as well, seeing as he knows J from last year.  The behavior guy helped to tweak some ideas about how to help J and to keep the teacher from going insane.

I thought it was a pretty good meeting as far as the two aid guys, but was getting some very weird signals from the teacher.  It really felt like she was upset that she had been given “this problem” to have to deal with, and I was feeling like she was very unhappy and upset that she”had” to deal with any of this.  Then, with no warning or reason, she got up and left the meeting.  Really, it was totally rude and completely outside of normal social acceptable behavior.  So much so, that I outright asked the LA guy if “this” was going to be a problem.  He assured me that he didn’t think so and we all went our seperate ways.

Jon and I talked about this at home, and were very upset about how it had gone down.  The next morning he went in to talk to the LA guy, and while he (the LA guy) felt for us, seeing as he was the teachers colleague it was probably better handled through the principal.  He had informed the principal as to how the meeting had gone……..the grand exit and all.

Jon called the school and arranged to have a meeting with the principal this morning.  Apparently, the teacher was upset, and in our talking, had heard some things incorrectly.  At one point we were talking about how if you yell at J then he shuts down and you lose him, and until he calms down you really can’t get through to him.  She took this to say that you can never yell at him, and she apparently has a very brusque style, and was upset, and ……….well, she was just overwhelmed about everything.

The principal assured her that of all the kids in the school, she wasn’t going to find more supportive parents than us, and that Jeremy was the best kid to have in her class. 

He even explained to Jon that the reason J was in the 2/3 split was because although J lagged a tiny bit in his reading and writing levels, he was “light years” ahead of grade level as far as comprehension and verbal skills – yes, my boy can talk.

So, we’ve had two full school days since then, and although we are still working things through…..things are MUCH better that I had even thought that they would be, and he’s gone to school free from stress related illnesses, and even had some REALLY good moments.  They are working out a chart/reward system, and he’s doing really well.  I actually think that there is a possibility that  he could excel in this class and under her teaching.  We’ll see!  But I’m much more hopeful than I was on Monday evening.  On Monday, I was just plain outright upset, and seriously hoping that I wouldn’t even have to consider homeschooling…….’CAUSE I AM NOT A HOMESCHOOLING MOM! 

Thankfully, no considering needed!  Well, I’m off to nurse a screaming boy!  Later!

Seriously……….

So, I’m sitting here nursing Josiah, and attempting to type with one hand.  It takes twice, three times, a freak of a lot longer than I’d like it to’ cause I keep making mistakes and then have to go and refix it.

See, here is me typong withput editing.  I thought that if I juast put it allout threr that you’d be just a tiny bit understasndung about why I’;m not poisting asnything at all.

Sweeeeeeet, eh?

Not kidding that’s about half the normal speed that I can usually type at, but takes WAY longer ’cause I have to go back and edit EVERY SINGLE STINKIN’ WORD – just about.

I’m sick and tired of green poo…..not fun.

I’m officially cloth diapering, although I freak out every time I cram 6 cloth diapers into my diaper bag, ’cause my boy can plow through those puppies like there’s no tomorrow…..and I’ve always done disposables, and cloth seemed like a HUGE step.  Not sure why, but it did. 

Any way,  a friend (thank you very special friend, you know who you are)  bought me 12 of the diapers that I wanted, and I’ve been washing them EVERY DAY.  But it’s worth it, and they are amazing, and just as easy to put on as disposables, and there’s no chemicals sitting on Josiah’s skin, and I’m not filling up the land fills, and they’re just so darn cute…….I just bought 12 more today, so hopefully I’ll only have to do one load every other day as opposed to every day.

I still have next to no time ’cause the boy – he likes to be held.  ALL THE TIME, and I like to hold him, and I don’t like to hear him cry. So my house is a mess, but with the kids back at school, I am slowly winning the war on the mess.

Apparently, I have no choice, but to win the mess war, and I have to do it by Wed. at noon ’cause we’re having a meeting at our place…..sweet.

That brings me to my next topic…my MOBY WRAP.  Love it!  Get one!  It’s worth it!  Soooooooooo worth it.

My boy, he slept 6 hours the other night…..yep, at 5 weeks old, my breast fed little tiny (freaking huge 11 pound 6 ounce baby – yes that’s a pound a week) slept from 11pm until 5am, and I GOT 6 HOURS OF GLORIOUS UNINTERRUPTED SLEEP…..oh!  wait a sec….no, I didn’t.  Jeremy decided that’s the night he’d get the 24 flu, and woke me up at 2am to diarrhea and barf in my bathroom.  Wasn’t that sweet of him?  I was so thankful that he kept me on my regular schedule.  Wouldn’t want to get too rested…much better to stay in a perpetual state of WAY OVER TIRED…makes life fun…or is that funny………or not really very funny at all.

Well, I’m done nursing, and gotta figure out some way to get some folding done while holding Josiah, or at least keeping him from crying, and if he gives me a minute tomorrow, I might tell you all about how I’m freaking out about Jeremy and Grade Two and the teacher with the “mad voice” and a very not so good but enlightening meeting with his teacher, the behavioral guy, and the learning assistance teacher.  I’m upset and trying to figure out what to do about it.

He’s a Confident Little Chap……

Jeremy is the youngest child in our house…..at this exact moment.

AND…..he has two older sisters.  This means that we have butt loads of girl stuff around the house.  Barbies, and dress up clothes, pink bikes, girl books, girl coloring pages, pink boots………this is only just a bit of the girl stuff that we have laying around.

This is not saying that we don’t have boy stuff also, just not quite as much, and sometimes when money is tight, we don’t always buy an item, if we have a suitable alternative – even if it’s girlie.

For exmple, we have a bike that is the perfect size for Jeremy….well, he’s getting too big for it now, but it was perfect for him, and the only problem with it was that it was pink.  Aside from that, it was the perfect size, and in perfect condition.  Soooooo, rather than just buying another bike just because it needed to be the “right” color – Jeremy has been rockin’ out the pink bike for about a year.

We did get smart, and started buying the girls some stuff that could be handed down.  For example, Xan’s current bike, that we will probably hand down to J and get her a new one, is red.  A perfectly gender neutral bike…..not only in color, but also in style.  We’re learning.

Disco King in His Altered Shiney Pant SuitHaving said that, Jeremy really doesn’t seem to care what other’s think of him.  Sometimes this worries me – that whole social concept thing that he seems to be missing or sturggling with – and sometimes I’m thrilled that he’s not going to live him life under the same fear of pleasing man that I did.  This is a little boy is who quite happy to play legos and Barbies, and to dress up in the girl’s dress up clothes and pretend to  be a disco dancer.  He is also equally happy to be grubbing in the mud, and playing war games and wrestling with Jon or pretty much anyone who will have  a shot at him.

 He finds his own unique way to live life.

Jeremy’s just recently decided to roller blade.  My dad gave him some roller blades a couple of years ago, and although Jeremy was keen to try them…….it was hard to convince him to wear them any where but the carpet and the grass.  The cement was WAY TOO SCAREY, ’cause he’d slip and fall down.

For some reason, he just put the roller blades on a couple of weeks ago, and started skating all over the place.  He’s not Olympic team material or anything, but he can rock out the pink helmet like it’s no body’s business.

Fun Times with Papa

Dad and J goofing aroundWe had breakfast with my parents yesterday. 

Jon was still wokring at the conference.  It was his last day, and to be quite honest with you – I was on my last nerve.  The kids had started bickering quite a bit on Thursday, and had moved into full blown fighting on Friday, and well…..I didn’t really have much hope that Saturday would be fabulous.  Jon had taken Xandra with him to be the “Soundman’s Helper”. 

Dad and J as a walrusI remember going to “help” my dad play golf.  I’m really sure that he didn’t need the “help” from me, but those are some of the best memories I have…..getting up really, really early, and going with dad for the super long drive up to Squamish or wherever else they’d go, and walking around the course.  I remember washing the balls a million times, and getting to stop after the first nine holes so we could get a snack, and attempting to drag the golf bag around, and being super quick with a new tee when they’d wreck the one they had been using, or even getting a new ball from the bag when they wacked it too far in to the trees or into the pond.

Any way, so Jon took Xan, and at least that meant that I only had to referee between two, and not three.  As it turns out, it was the wrong two.  For some reason, Gelica and Jeremy fight………..and fight, and fight , and fight…….it never seems to end.  The Friday night, Jon had taken Geli to help out, and Xan and J got along so perfectly.  Maybe it’s just Xan…..she seems to be able to get along with anyone.  Oh well!  So, I got a hold of my parents, and they hadn’t left to go in to see Chris, yet. 

We met up at the Ricky’s in Walnut Grove, and had a really nice breakfast.  This is my favorite picture of J and Dad.  Dad looks so happy, and relaxed.  It’s nice to see him like this.  He carries quite a bit of the stress of everything that’s going on right now.  It’s nice to get those little moments when you can forget about “things” for just a second and just “be in the moment”.

Bunny Ears

26 Week Picture and other stuff…………

26 weeksFINALLY, I got Jon to take the picture.  Not that it’s Jon’s fault, but you know….I have to have my hair done, and decent clothes on, and make up, and well…….the stars all have to align, and when they do……..then we can take a picture.

So, finally we did it.  I don’t think it’s magazine worthy, but then again, I mostly just want to keep a record of everything, and that’s what I’m doing, and so I’m doing good!

The little bugger has been breech for a while, and he turned the right way up for one whole day, and by the next day, he was back in the breech position, and hasn’t truned again since.  I’m really hoping he’s not getting to comfy – I don’t want a C-section, and will do whatever it takes to avoid that if possible.  I’m not against it, if it’s totally necessary, but don’t want to have to deal with that.

I finally got the book keeping done.  I do books for my Grandfather’s Misions Society.  I was going to finish the books a month ago, and then the accident happened.  Well, as of last night I finished them, and then……….then the angels sang, and harp music played, and I rejoiced!  And it was good!

Today I was going to go in and see Chris, but I figured that I’d just  stay home for one more day, and get caught up on a bunch of stuff that has been getting shoved further and further down the list of “things to get done”.  I feel like I’m almost caught up, abd even though I know that I’m pretty much caught up, I still feel kind of pressured by the thoughts that I have stuff to do.  Not sure what is up with that.  I might just need to make a list of  everything that I’m still thinking about, and  cross off all the stuff that I’ve finished.  Sometimes I need a visual.  I can see the list inside my head long after it’s been taken away.  No, I don’t have a photographic memory…well I have a slighty inaccurate photographic memory.  I can actually see the things that I’ve looked at, but I don’t usually pay enough attention so that I can recall every  single detail.  What I would have given to have had that ability in High school….Can you even imagine how cool that would be?

 Like I said, I can do that to a certain extent, but it’s a hit and a miss as to the percentage of perfection that I attain on a regualr basis.

 The kids are doing okay.  Nothing really exciting to report on that end.  Geli has been complaing, and I finally found some sort of okay multi-vitamins that I’ve been giving her and Xan just in case we’re not covering ALL the bases with the food we eat.  Hopefully she will stop complaining about how sick she feels all the time.

I was getting calls from school from her EVERY FREAKING DAY.  I kinda subscribe to the , “Are you barfing or do you have a fever?” school of thought.  Either of those will win you a trip home and confined to your bed for the rest of the day, but anything less than that will earn you a prayer and an over-the-phone kiss and hug from Mom!

The kids have been doing fabulously as far as the food stuff goes.  I still need to post some of our meals that we make.  Will get to that one of these days.  Jeremy did get in to see the Naturopath while I was up in Kamloops.  Jon took him, and he’s doing really well.  I’ll have to do an update on that, as well.  Our next appt for him is on Monday May the 28th.  He gets retested for his food intolerances, and gets a hemoglobin test, and another appointment with the Naturopath.  It will be so exciting (I hope) to hear how much better he is doing.  I’m really hoping that his yest levels have dropped, and that he is well on his way to a healthier life. 

When I went in for my appointment last Friday ,we talked briefly about Jeremy especially seeing as we had made a visit ot the ER the night previously.  She said that waht we are doing right now is only the tip of the ice berg as far as what she CAN actually do to help him.  That is SO EXCITING.  To know that the sucess that we’ve experienced with him is only the beginning.  It’s so encouraging.

Well, I’m off to see Chris tomorrow, and have to pick up my mom just before 8am- AAAAAAWWWWWWCCCCCCKKK!  That’s WAY TOO EARLY!  Oh well!  I’m excited.  Chris has been moved out of the ICU and into the Trauma Unit.  This is a step in the right direction, and so exciting to hear.  I can’t wait to see him tomorrow.

It’s All About Poop!

So, here I am in Vancouver earlier tonight.  I went in with my dad to visit Chris.  We drove in around 3pm, and around 7pm Dad comes into the ICU to tell me that Jon has left a message on his phone wanting me to call back right away, and, “Oh! It sounds kind of important!”

Hmmmmmm, this can’t possibly be good news.  Jon never calls, and not with something important. 

I call him back only to hear that he is on route to the Abbotsford Hospital with Jeremy and he thinks that it might be his appendix.  Jeremy has a low grade fever, and was crying and freaking out about the lower right side of his abdomen.  They were just sitting down to eat dinner.  Jeremy took about 2 bites, and said that he had to use the bathroom.  He was there for a few minutes, and then called Jon crying and crying and crying and saying that his tummy hurt really bad.  He wouldn’t stand up straight, and wouldn’t walk.  He was in too much pain.

Fabulous, I’m so thrilled!  Nothing like family in two different hospitals at the same time about 5 cities away from each other.  Anyway, my mom said that she would take me out to pick up my car from their house right then, so off we went.

I got to the hosptial, and expected to find Jon and J still sitting in the waiting room.  Nope, they had been moved inside to a room with 3 or 4 other kids and their parents.  The doctor showed up about 5-10 minutes after I sat down in the chair with Jeremy.

They did blood tests and took a urine sample, and then did an X-ray!

About 10 minutes after we got back to our chairs from the X-ray, the doctor called us and asked if Jeremy would like to see his picture.  The doctor brought us over to the computer and showed us the X-rays.  He showed us the  ribs and his spine, and his pelvic bones, and the tops of his leg bones.  Then he showed us where the appendix would show up if there was a problem.

Next he pointed out all this black and shaded area that basically ran from where his stomach would be all the way down to the end of the line.  He said that normally they see little pockets of black, but he just had to show us the X-ray because our son had an IMPRESSIVE amount of poop in his intestines.  From the top all the way to the bottom he was completely full.  I don’t think he’s actually Constipated, as he poops EVERY FREAKIN’ DAY, and it’s never very hard!  In fact, it’s……ummm……….soft enough that he doesn’t ever want to wipe his ouwn butt ’cause he doesn’t want to make a mess of it all.

Poop!  It all boils down to POOP!

The doctor said that at this point our chances of this having anything to do with his appendix were ZERO!  He said that J needs to get lots of water, and eat a lot of veggies, and stay close to a toilet for a few days.

I have an appointment with the naturopath tomorrow, and I think I will ask her about it.  I think that this could have something to do with the diet he’s on as well as the different medicines.  He’s had these pains before, and had I been home, we might not have actually gone to the ER, but then again, if we hadn’t gone in we never would have found out that our son was full of **it.