A sick baby is a horrible thing. Poor little guy has a stomach virus.
Babies can't tell you what's wrong. If it's a lot of pain, or a little. If it's been going on for awhile or if it's new. They can't tell you where it hurts or when.
As a mom, I imagine the worst. I want to make his pain go away. I want to believe it's a little stomach virus and nothing else. So why does my brain only start imagining the worst? The doctor didn't seem worried, so I shouldn't either...but I can't help it.
As my husband said today, it's my job to worry. It's not an easy job.