On Friday, Reilly had to go to the Med Center for his second Upper G.I. in his short little life. Dr. Meier wanted to make sure nothing had changed from the first test and make up for some errors that were done during the original procedure. (They didn't keep him long enough to make sure everything in his belly traveled far enough down--needless to say, we almost had a Mama Bear moment when I found out we could have avoided this second test if the first one had been done correctly!)
For those that don't know the procedure with an Upper G.I., they make him drink a bottle of barium so that they can watch it travel down his pipes to make sure everything is working properly. Thank goodness he's not picky when he's hungry, because the stuff smells disgusting, but he happily drinks away. Imagine liquid chalk...that's what it looks like going in and that's what it looks like coming out, either the top or the bottom!
During both tests, Rei has "painted" the lead vest that I had to wear. The poor thing doesn't have any better luck keeping the barium down than he does the milk.
During the first test, the Radiologist told me there was a chance that the barium would make him constipated. Well...he didn't have any problem passing it that same day. Thankfully, Daddy had decided to change his diaper that time, and boy was he in for a surprise! We had to go straight from the changing table to the shower because it was just all over.
This time was a different story! Same amount of barium, same type of bottle, not the same results. He finished drinking his barium cocktail around 11:15 Friday morning. By Friday night, we'd been given no presents in his diapers and were getting concerned because he was very uncomfortable. His tummy was like a rock, but he was still willing and eager to eat.
We called Dr. Meier, who happened to be on call this weekend, for some tips. She suggested a suppository from the pharmacy (which we passed on!), taking his temperature rectally (to which his Daddy replied, "Be brave, buddy!-and even putting him through this got us no where!), or giving him an ounce of prune juice. Since we had no prune juice, we tried to put him in a warm shower, which again go us no where.
Saturday came and he was still not doing anything, and clearly uncomfortable. Aunt Keely did a lot of "bike riding" with him, along with tummy massages, but we only had noise, no product! We ended up going to Meijer last night for prune juice. Here's what happened:
Prune Juice=Barium BLOWOUT!
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