Well…we are back at the the hospital for Connor. Connor is the calmest, happiest, problem child I’ve ever seen. I love him to the moon and back and we just need him to grow!! He has mostly stopped drinking his formula, he is struggling with solids (which is age appropriate), and he’s back below the 3rd percentile for weight. We feel like we’ve tried everything and we’ve lost the gains we had post surgery. They are going to run a bunch of tests and see if they can find any problems that are solvable. Maybe he is aspirating when he eats? Maybe he has oral aversion? Maybe we’ll find something else…

Jake and I are at our wits end with this kid. He’s not really letting us sleep at night (we’ve started alternating which one of us wear ear plugs at night) so that makes each day a bit of a struggle. We are trying to do our best to continue normal life with Isabel (she turns 3 today - subject to a more upbeat post), with each other, with our social lives, and with work but it’s hard to put on a happy face. I apologize if i’ve missed a phone call or failed to return a text. I literally just cried during the whole drive to the hospital after dropping off Isabel at school. It’s tough, but we have a great team of doctor’s that will get to the bottom of it.

We will get to celebrate our amazing daughter’s 3rd birthday tonight with cake and presents, but unfortunately, the setting with be the pediatric floor and not a fun restaurant.