No, it was not because of an emergency. With her taking about 14 ounces of food per day (on average) since we were discharged a week and a half ago, we couldn't afford to sit on our blessed assurance for two more weeks awaiting our turn for an outpatient GI study. With admission, we moved up in priority, and we'll be watching the little dye snake worm its way through her lower inside bits in the morning. Maybe that will shed some light on why all signs seem to point toward slow digestion (to us as parents, anyway).
I just considered reiterating in writing why we continue to disagree with her initial diagnosis of reflux as the cause of all this commotion, but at this advanced hour, I'm weary of explaining, and convincing others, and pushing my case. I've done enough of that today sufficient to convict a courtroom full of harmless kittens. After a visit to the Ear, Nose & Throat clinic and yet more proof in hand from within ACH that Ava's reflux is not the all-encompassing evil it has been cast as, I am confident that the right doctors will reexamine her case and fill in the gaps with ALL of the pertinent information in mind.
Mommy and Daddy have their game faces on again.
Ava Leigh has her sleep face on now....she's socked out and knocked out because she had her "WHAAAAAH!!!" face on earlier. I just told myself that every one of those alligator tears she cried during her IV placement were payment toward a healthy tummy later.
If only you were this hungry for milk....
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