So today we ended up taking my son to the ER after 3 days of diarrhea, about 30 diapers and today’s final straw being him not taking a bottle for 7 hours. So on our way he kinda giggled for the first time today (he’s usually always happy) so I said Bud what’s so funny? And for the first time ever he said Pop-Pop. My sister and I instantly started crying and I just got the feel of relief and right there knew everything was going to be okay.

I lost my Pop when I was 13. It hit me hard. I turned into a “problem child” cause I thought no one would ever care about me the way my grand father did. Exactly a year later my nephew was born and right there was the first sign. I changed my whole life for him and then I had my son on his birthday after being in labor for 3 days. It was like he made him wait.

Turned out, he was fine, no signs of dehydration, just need to keep him on pedialyte for a day or 2, and he’ll be fine!!!