Oh you guys. Yesterday was rough. I mentioned that we thought Henry had reflux. On Tuesday I called the pediatrician because Henry was still so upset and fussy and in pain. They thought perhaps he has a lactose intolerance so they told us to switch him to soy formula and give him gas drops as needed. But I didn't believe they were listening to me about his real problems and I hung up feeling frustrated. Yesterday I had my own doctor's appointment for my post partum checkup and Henry was with me. My doctor checked him out and immediately agreed that he has reflux (both her babies had it as well). When I told her that I didn't believe the pediatrician was listening to me when I was discussing his symptoms, my doctor offered to call the pediatrician and express her concerns and insist that they see me. (Have I mentioned that I love my doctor?) So right after my appointment we went to the pediatrician who then agreed that he has reflux and finally prescribed something for him. Obviously it hasn't started working yet and Henry is still in pain and fussy and upset and it just makes B and I want to cry. We feel so incredibly helpless and hate seeing him like this. The worst sound in the world is your baby crying when there is nothing you can do about it.
On the plus side, I only have 10 more pounds to lose to get to my pre-baby weight, which means I've already lost 19! Silver linings, my friends. Silver linings.