I am an emotional wreak. Pudd'ns upper g.i. was done this morning. Of course he would not drink the barium, so they had to put a tube down his nose and into his stomach. I tried to hold it together best I could, but I cried any way. I hope to God this doesn't emotionally scar my child some how. I know kids go through a lot worse than a little tube down the nose, but I can't help but feeling like an awful mother for helping to hold him down. They will send the x rays to his doctor and they will call us with the results. Right now I'm going to go do a shot of whiskey and lay down for a bit. I am going to try and make it to the beach today.
