Pediatricians should listen to mothers....we aren't as crazy as we seem.
I have twice said Aeva has a milk allergy...once in the hospital, and again with her pediatrician. Both times I was given a "no" without further exploration.
Rather than being concerned with how many patients they can see in a day, pediatricians should listen to mothers and be advocates for the children. Referrals should be done BEFORE they come life threatening. Practicing medicine should be preemptive, and not reactionary.
Aeva has been throwing up since she was 2 months old. At this point, her esophagus needs examining to determine the amount of damage that has been done. Her reflux has to be controlled, as well as the associated pain. When it doesn't hurt to eat, I'm sure that Aeva will begin to eat better.
Supposedly, there is no need for referrals for specialties when an infant is still growing. A 4 month old infant should be eating about 6-7 ounces 4-5 times a day. Aeva gets what she needs into her because she is fed 8-10 times a day. STILL. OF COURSE SHE IS STILL GROWING.
She needs another suck/swallow exam to make sure that she is not aspirating. If she still is, then WHY didn't the pediatrician hear it in her lungs, and we will have to thicken her formula. First, her reflux must be controlled.
Then there's the suspected milk allergy. Great. There is a formula that is hypoallergenic, and is for those who have difficulties with both cow's milk and soy protiens. It is delicate and much easier on the baby. Awesome. $30 per 12 ounce can, and she goes through about 14 a month. Sweet deal.
I just want it fixed. There is only so long that a mommy can watch her baby hurt and not eat. There's only so long that a mommy can survive. I like to think that only the best mothers are given the hardest tasks, but I'm not a phenominal mother, so I don't think I'd be picked.
There are days where I just want to cry because I can't handle this anymore and I just want it to be all fixed..but then I remember that she's come so far and she needs me to be strong and get her the help she needs. Then there are the times when she's asleep...so peaceful, so beautiful...so small, and so innocent...I want to protect her from the world's evils and make everything okay...I'm mommy and that's my job...and I feel absolutely terrible that she's been put through so much already in her life...she shouldn't have had to go through all this...I don't know how the conversation will go when I tell her about her birth and infancy...I know I will need a box of tissues, and I hope she understands that despite my frustration and meltdowns, I really tried. I dred the day I have to tell her that she very well may go through this herself if she decides to have kids. She has a chance of having a preemie herself...(maybe pictures of a 2lb baby will defer her from sexual activities? birth control?!) I still feel miserable that I couldn't give her the home she needed inside of me so that she could mature how she needed. There's still a part of me that thinks...knows...this is my fault. (But yes, I know, it's not...blah blah blah).
And then there's that moment when the compliancy with the bullshit of her doctors fades away, and impatience emerges...let's get this done, because no one involved wants to deal with this further.
Oh, and I totally stole the cigarettes of the smoking neighbors last night.
And I'm chopping off my hair tomorrow. Adios.