This is What I Get for Not Breastfeeding

Well, we made yet another trip to the ER with Aiden at like...8:00 pm last night.

Lets rewind a bit, though. On Sunday we got Aiden from my parents fresh from a 2 1/2 hour nap. All during our lunch he crabbed and cried and wanted to be held. So...fine...we brought him home and he took another 2 hour nap. He acted like his tummy hurt or something, but no big deal.
Yesterday he went to daycare, came home and passed out (because he never sleeps at daycare) and when I got home he was finally eating dinner. I looked at the sheet that daycare fills out and saw that he had FOUR poopy diapers while he was there. When I said something to Tom he replied "Yeah and I changed another one when we got home." WHAT?? Five poopy diapers in one day? That's a bit weird for me. To top it off, he wasn't very interested in his dinner and was again extremely crabby, so we warmed up a bottle and prepared him to go to bed.
I change his diaper and inside of it there's blood.

Blood. In my baby's diaper.

::insert image of me freaking the fuck out here::

I called the emergency paging system for the doctor, talked to the nurse, nurse said: Go to the ER. Go straight to the ER. Do not pass go, Do not collect $200. (Well, you know...)
So we went straight to the ER.
We waited around for awhile. The doctor came in, asked me questions, talked over me when I tried to answer, and told us he didn't think anything was wrong and we should go home. Seriously, he spent maybe two minutes in there with us. I spent the rest of the night FUMING. How can you not give a fuck about my baby?

Then today. When he wasn't sleeping, he was crying. And screaming. And crying more. He refused lunch - he only wanted a bottle, and even then he didn't want very much. Finally at 1:45 I was at my wits end and called the pediatrician. We were in the office by 2. His doctor is fearful that something is wrong (a bowel obstruction was mentioned), however she didn't feel like it was time to put him through testing yet. She wants us to wait it out a bit and see if things get better or worse. I'm not a huge fan of this idea but I guess I have nothing else to do.

I have the same feeling that I had when he had Whooping Cough and nobody was giving me any answers about anything: Something is wrong. I hate that he has to continue to suffer while the doctors waste time not listening to me.

Despite the rough day we had, and after much debate, Tom and I decided to go to the Brewers game that my parents got us tickets to. We ended up skipping the tailgating and just eating at TGI Fridays on the field (because I couldn't get out of the house long enough to get the food today). We ended up having a really good time. I almost got pelted with a baseball, but nonetheless, we had fun. We watched Gallardo practice while we ate, and we made it to our seats just in time for the first pitch. Seats were good - game kinda sucked. But oh well. It was fun just to get out and do something just as a couple. All of Aiden's reports from Grandma and Grandma came back good, too.

So the Aiden sickness saga continues. Hopefully not for much longer, though, because I don't know how much more either of us can take.

My last day of work starts in about 9 hours. A bittersweet symphony, indeed.