GI today. 29 lbs, 1 oz. 38 inches. We saw beh psych, speech, nurse and nutrition. They are happy with his small weight gain considering the pound he lost when he was sick. We talked about food ideas, ABA therapy and how Jackson is doing in general. They thought that Beyonce as a motivator to try new foods was pretty funny. Surprisingly, they don't have any other Beyonce addicts on their patient lists.
Overall, they were pleased with how he is doing and were impressed with how well he ate the crackers he stole out of my bag.
After we met with the team, we headed downstairs to the lab for allergy and GI panel blood work. Poor J cried so hard and kept yelling, "Take it out, take it out!" She took 8 vials of blood! And to add insult to injury, she put a circular band-aid on the wound.
J had to bring a fistful of iPods along to the Hopstible and unfortunately, Elvis didn't make it home. We lost him somewhere between GI Clinic and the Lab. The woman at the lab looked at us like we were nuts with J yelling, "Finda Elvis!" over and over. I really wonder what the person who finds him will think.
On the way down the skywalk to the parking ramp, J kept collapsing and between sobs would yell, "Finda Elvis", "Rectangle Bamdaid", and "Make a new Elvis!" I made him a new Elvis and packed him up and sent him to school. Hopefully, all was right with the world at school.
Object du Jour: The iPods.
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