This is what I wrote yesterday on my Cre8Buzz blog:
I was much relieved when our visit went way more smoothly than I was anticipating. I had worked myself up into a nice frothy frenzy, only to defend myself haphazardly to an unimpressed audience. I felt like a
We are off to the GI doctor where he can tell me how horrible of a mother I am for not feeding my son enough (seriously). I'm afraid he hasn't gained enough weight for the doc to give me a good review.
I am beginning to HATE this doctor. I feed Little Man WAY more often than any of my friends. I can't force him to eat more. He will just bite my nipple. Grr.
He also eats 4oz three times a day of solids, pretty good, no? Can't force him to eat more in this regard either.
To learn why we are going to the GI, go to my blog and hit the label, "elimination diet."
This concludes my rant. Thanks for listening. Suggestions and empathy welcome.
Doctor H. did NOT win any points with me on a previous visit by saying, "I know you don't like medications." I had NEVER said anything like that to him, so I was very surprised to hear that statement. He motored along with his spiel before I could defend myself, and our relationship has been downhill ever since.
What I didn't like, and where he probably got the idea that I was super-crunchy granola girl, was the 57% CORN SYRUP hypo-allergenic formula he was peddling to me as THE answer to the Little Man's problems. Little Man wouldn't take it, of course, so our only course of action was to try to continue my elimination diet and the breastfeeding and hope for the best. Luckily, it worked.
I was worried that Doctor H. would get all up in my grill about Munchie's weight gain because he had previously done so. Munchie came off his Zantac (for acid reflux) at six months because a lot of babies will outgrow their GERD at that point.
Not Munchie. Off the medicine, he proceeded to spew forth meal upon meal, and coupled with his increasing activity level (the boy won't stop!) and the fact that we were waiting to get the okay to start solids from Doctor H., Munchie barely gained any weight. So when we saw Doctor H. at six and a half months, Doctor H. assumed I wasn't feeding Munchie, and was really negative and condescending towards me. It was AWFUL.
So, the point of this story is to say, "Wow! I made it through the appointment without crying or getting all aggro on the Doctor! Woohoo!"
And the really good news:
We don't have to go back to see Doctor H. for two months! (He had been making us come every month.)
I get to add back SOY!! WooFREAKIN'hoo! Doctor H. even said we needed to be more aggresive with what we are adding back to my diet. I was assuming we would add soy back second to last, right before dairy.
And best of all:
My baby knows how to tear apart an exam table in 2.3 seconds flat!