Well, it pretty much went the way I thought it would.
Even though I am sure it was delicious mixed with fruit punch, Nathan refused the barium.
Rejected it from the bottle and positively spewed it when they tried to syringe it down his throat. So, ultimately, after three failed attempts and a bloody nose he did get an NG tube. He screamed. He sweated. He writhed. He bucked.
I wore my lead apron and held his arms and sang his favorite songs.
And his scan was completely normal.
So we breathed a sigh of relief?
Sure. We're glad he doesn't need surgery. We're also sad we don't have a reason.
Tomorrow I'll talk to the GI doctor again and find out what the next step is.
Tonight I am on call and too busy to say more.
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