8 Months Old Today...

G celebrated his 8 month birthday today with a visit to the doctors and subsequently pokes, prods, and x-rays.   He's had a cold for 5+ days.  It seemed to be getting better, but yesterday he was gagging on his cheerios.  He's crazy for food - devours cheerios by the handful, so it's quite unusual for this kind of behavior.  I brushed it off - thought it was just the fact that his nose was plugged.  I knew something was up today when he was yawning while eating his breakfast.  He was extremely tired and irritable.  By 2 in the afternoon, we couldn't take the crying anymore, and thinking there was something very wrong, brought him in to an impromptu doctor's appointment.  The doctor was concerned enough about him that she ordered a CBC and chest x-ray.

Probably the hardest thing I've had to endure with one of our children, I was in tears almost as much as he was.  If you've never seen what the contraption looks like that holds an infant to take an x-ray, take a look at this...

As you can imagine, it's not fun.  Ironically, the little man that didn't nap all day today fell fast asleep as they took x-rays in this position.  Taking blood was a different story... his chubby little arms were hard to find veins in, and at 8 months old, it's pretty damn hard to make him stay still.  The lab technicians were fabulous and did a great job helping him (and me!) stay as calm as could be expected.

Both tests turned out fine.  His chest is clear, no infections of the ears or throat, and his blood counts came back perfect.  Doped him up on Tylenol and Advil and he's happy as a pig in mud.

Go figure.

Oh well, better safe than sorry!  Oh - and the little man weighs 20lbs :)  Happy 8th month Mr. G!