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We went back this morning. He had lost a little weight, so we got booked in for another ultrasound. There was a bit of a gap, so this time they let us leave and didn't admitt him. We went for a walk around the lake to try and calm him down, as he was NBM again and screaming for some food.
We had a different sonographer, and he was able to get some good pictures and the measurements were within normal range this time. Stil up there, but normal.
So the conclusion is that it is NOT pyloric stenosis.
You have no idea how releived I am. Actually, some of you may. But you know what I mean.
What the matter is then, they don't know. They're still saying reflux, which I think is a load of crap, but whatever.
I was referred back to medical from surgical, and I have a clinic there sometime in the next week or so.
And while we were walking around the lake, this woman stops and says Hi Sarah. And I'm thinking, I recognise you, where the fuck do I know you from!!!!????
So we chatted for a bit about Oliver and general stuff, and I still have no idea who I'm talking to, only that I know them!
We went on our way again, and it was about half an hour later that I realised it was someone I work with!
DUH! I feel like such a doofus.
Hospital food tastes bad. I'm glad I didn't have my babies there!
it's nice that they got a lunch for me (they kinda have to as I'm feeding Oliver, and if I wasn't they would have to provide one (well, some milk anyway) for him) and Caitlyn, but it's never very appealing.