warning: this post does deal with miles' poop so if that's TMI for you, skip this post.
it all started friday around lunch time. i had been working around the house as we were expecting company and had just sat down and fed miles. when i changed his diaper, i was shocked to see lots of black specks/streaks in his dirty diaper. so naturally i called my mom, hoping she would reassure me this was quite normal. she did not. she suggested calling the doctor to be safe. now, if i would have just done this, i could have taken him in and maybe saved us some trouble. but i was hesitant to call since i'd already
taken miles to see the doctor this week. i didn't want to seem like crazy psycho mom.
i decided to wait it out and see if the next dirty diaper was normal (if you can honestly call yellow poop normal, but whatever). but it wasn't. it was the same as earlier. my heart sank. when i realized it was now friday at 6:30pm my heart sank more. so this time i called my aunt. she has two young boys and i thought surely she could reassure me that this was normal. but she didn't either. we discussed a few internet theories, then she suggested calling the lactation consultant and/or the doctor. the LC didn't answer the phone, so i .....woke up a napping ross and made him call the doctor!
you can page the doctor through the answering service, and what do you know he answered his phone right away, we didn't even have to leave a message and wait for him to call back. ross discussed the situation with him, but when he started asking a lot of questions i ended up having to talk to him (but at least i didn't have to call him!). he said the concern was that it would be blood from his upper GI tract, and with miles' history he wanted us to take him to the children's hospital.
as we were on the phone with the doctor, ross' dad and becca showed up as they had come into town to spend the weekend with us. figuring it would probably be a boring ER wait only to be reassured everything was ok, i told ross to stay with them and drove down to the children's hospital with miles.
we checked in and tried to sit as far away from people as possible, as instructed since miles hasn't had his 2month vaccinations yet. the times are kind of fuzzy in my head, but lets say we arrived around 7.45pm and saw the initial nurse around 8.30pm. she had us go to a different waiting room with less people. awhile later, somewhere close to 9pm, our friend brooke poked her head in the waiting room. she is a nurse at the children's hospital and she "just happened" to be working and saw miles' name. she took us with her back to her area. it was so nice to see a friendly face!

she checked miles out and then they took one of miles' diapers that we had brought with us (gross!) to test it. it tested positive for blood. the doctor finally came around 10pm and said he wanted to admit miles to the hospital overnite. i remember feeling surprised and a little worried. brooke and a friend of hers put an IV in miles' arm...this was really sad to watch, but they did a good job and miles was fairly content to suck on a pacifier dipped in sugar water. they put his arm on a splint so that it would stay in. throughout our stay, the poor guy kept whacking himself with it, though we tried to keep it wrapped in a blanket. the thing was he wanted to suck that thumb sooo bad. he had just recently taught himself how to do it and it was killing him that he couldn't reach it, it was so sad! i'm not sure why he wouldn't suck his left thumb, because he sucks on either one at home.
ross came about 11pm while we were waiting for a hospital room. they pumped pepcid in through miles' IV to help with any stomach acid that was making him uncomfortable. he was mostly sleeping during this time, as he had all day long (another thing that prompted me to be concerned enough to call the doctor). they brought ross and i powerade and a little lunch that they had available. it was a sandwich, apple, teddy grahams, and apple juice. i must have been really hungry (i hadn't eaten dinner before i had come), because i kept telling ross, wow this is sooo good!

we finally got to our room around 1am. the night was mostly a blur, though miles slept through all of it, only eating one time between 10pm and 9am. normally i would be ecstatic for this kind of sleep, but instead it was worrisome. several doctors and nurses came in and out through the night and next morning. there was the resident, the attending, the senior, the GI doctor, and finally the chief pediatrician...all coming in to examine miles, ask questions, and give explanations. i got so tired of talking about miles' poop, telling the same story over and over! they put him on IV fluids to help him stay hydrated since he wasn't eating well, but at the same time this made him full and not want to eat!

since he was so sleepy and not eating much, they had us stay at the hospital all the way until saturday evening. ross called jfer and asked her to drive over so that he could spend time with his dad for a few hours and yet not leave me alone at the hospital. she was all too happy to come over and hold baby miles for a few hours. this gave me a needed break and i enjoyed chatting with her. ross came back in the afternoon to finish out the wait with us. finally about 6pm miles woke up and acted hungry (they took him off the fluids around 1pm so they could see if he was eating and making diapers well) and then he stayed awake for awhile and smiled at us...the first time he had done so in about 48hrs. we were glad to see him back to his normal miles' self! finally we got to go home!
they never diagnosed exactly where the bleeding was coming from. they said it could be an allergy to cows milk protein. they said i should eliminate obvious dairy items from my diet. i have since been mourning the loss of cheese. :(
the other more likely possibility is that his acid reflux was irritating the lining of his stomach and esophagus and causing bleeding. so they put him on two medicines for the next couple weeks...prevacid and pepcid.
so we have already got our first ER visit as parents under our belts. it didn't really hit me until i was driving home. when we got home i just wanted to sit and hold him and look at him. i'm glad he seems to be doing well, out of all the things they mentioned it could be, i think we got a pretty good deal. we were thankful for brooke and jfer and all the other friends and family that called us and that prayed for us. and we are certainly thankful to be home with our little man!