Whose Leg Do I Have to Hump to Get a Referral Around Here?
I took Caroline in to the pediatrician yesterday to discuss her recent flare-up of le reflux. It did not go especially well. First I put her on the scale and discovered that she had lost three ounces since Friday. (In case you were unclear on this, the only person who’s supposed to be losing weight around here is me.) I silently panicked until the doctor came in, but when I pointed it out to him, he said “oh, well, that isn’t that much weight.” I ignored this nonsense and told him about the airway issues she’s been having. His response, in a nutshell: “Sometimes that happens with kids who have reflux.”
I’ll take “Bitches I’d Like to Slap” for 800, Alex.
Seriously, what in the hell? I tell you that my two-month-old, who has previously been hospitalized in intensive care for this very reason, cannot breathe and is losing weight and you think it’s no big deal?! (This was a different doctor from the one we saw last week.) I fixed him with my Death Stare (which I have been perfecting in preparation for Caroline’s first boyfriend) and told him I’d like a referral to a pediatric GI specialist, thanks very much. He gave it to me. The Death Stare cannot be denied.
So we will be going to a specialist, hopefully ASAP. I’m really not looking forward to the process– I know they will be running lots of tests and she may even be admitted to the hospital for them– but with any luck they will have some kind of solution.
Although if they ask me to switch to exclusively pumping or formula-feeding (so that we can thicken her feeds to help them stay down), I will flip my shit. I’ll do whatever they ask, of course. But wouldn’t that be ironic, after all our struggles to ditch the bottle? I’m just warning you guys, be prepared for a very whiny post if that is their solution. (You can skip it. I’d never know.)
So now we play the waiting game… hopefully it doesn’t take too long to get an appointment. Fingers crossed!