Yesterday afternoon Peter was really gassy. He suddenly started screaming after eating a little, and he acted like he was in great pain. He was twisting his body, wouldn't let me touch his tummy or lay him down. He would choke on his own spit ups. Anyway, it was a frantic time. I called the dr. office and was put on hold, called Sam he was busy and didn't pick up the phone. So I called EMS. The firefighters came really fast. But then Peter calmed down and was able to pass tons of gas. He was ok afterall. But this experience just made me even more sure about going on diet trials. I want to figure out what is causing him pain and stop it. So I can have my sweet little boy all the time. I love him so much.
Peter has also made me so grateful for Enoch and Michael for being healthy most of the time. I am used to take being healthy for granted. Worrying about something could go wrong with my baby every day is kind of a torture. Knowing that CMV virus is waiting to attach him whenever his immune system is down is really stressful. I hope that that day will never come. I will try my best to protect Peter from getting any damage. You know what, trying my best is not enough, I need to fight to protect Peter even if it means to sacrifice.
