In the Name of Science

Those of you who talk to me on a somewhat regular basis know that Max has certain, shall we say, ahem, digestive issues. Well, on Tuesday we went to a special clinic for Max for this issue. It was very interesting to say the least. Bas and I both have hope that these Docs will get to the "bottom" of the problem. However, that isn't going to be easy.

It started off with Max having to have multiple vials of blood drawn. When we sat down for this the nurse asked if Max had ever had blood taken. The she looked and saw his hands and arms with all the little white dots on them (little pin like scars) and realized that yes, Max had blood taken a gazillion times. However, we soon realized that although we should be somewhat immune to this, Bas and I , it has been a long time (well, maybe not that long, Dubai) since Max had blood taken. It is awful to have to physically restrain your child while they are screaming in pain...something most parents know.

Next, but certainly not the easiest in the process is the research project. We decided that Max would enroll. This means that Max has to swallow 10 little rings (as seen on the pic) every morning for 6 mornings. Then on the 7th morning we go back and they x-ray Max (should be fun) and see where the rings are in his digestive track. This would be no problem except for the fact that Max is a texture freak when it comes to things in his mouth. As all the rings have to be swallowed around the same time everyday that coincide with the time for the x-ray next Tuesday, I give them at breakfast. The first morning, in my many failing attempts to get him to swallow these rings, breakfast consisted of cookie dough ice cream, yogurt, juice and finally pretzels. I won't go into detail, but as every ring has to be accounted for, I found myself picking through regurgitated yogurt.

So, three days down and three to go...wish me luck!