After an afternoon of vomiting up a storm, and an evening of being a bit crotchety, RJ proceeded to have a... well, it's not an acholic stool, but it's a light color that I can't exactly describe as fully cholic, even with all my deeply optimistic tendencies.
I really really don't want our wee guy to go through this again. It's been less than two weeks since the last episode.
Times like this, I really wish I believed in the interventional power of prayer, because I so much want there to be something that I can do...besides get up in the middle of the night again to feed a sick baby, that is. And waiting, waiting, waiting, hoping for bile to come back.
And work on production of some gray hairs, but that goes without saying.
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