I’ve explained before how Baby A just won’t feed comfortably, crying and screaming, pushing the bottle away, etc. It’s been a real struggle and we’ve got quite down about it. Things reached a head this weekend when he threw up a couple of times and slept through the night with an empty stomach.
We’d had enough, so thought we should take him to the hospital, get advice from a paediatrician. Since Baby A had been sick in the morning, we were up quite early at 7.30am (on a Sunday no less!)….but for some reason it wasn’t until 2 hours later that we finally left the house. Not quite a mad dash, admittedly – more a leisurely stroll.
One good thing about going in the morning is that there was no queue at the hospital – we got seen by a nurse pretty much straight away. We expected Baby A to act up…but he was as good as gold, despite a completely empty stomach. He was very curious and wide eyed and giggled with the nurse. I reckon he was flirting.
He had to give a urine sample, which was an….interesting experience. How do you tell a 3 month old that he has to pee in a pot? The little containers they give aren’t the best designed either – they are a bit wide – more scope for spillage. Can’t i just have used a bottle?
So there we were, Mummy A holding him her lap (fearing a fountain in her face at any moment) and me holding a plastic container, ready to catch the mess. The same thought always ends up going through my mind as well, whenever we take his nappy off – what if he decides now is the time to do a poo?
Luckily, it went surprisingly well with minimal mess and we got his nappy back on quick smart. The doctor came shortly afterwards and we expected him to be grumpy. Instead, he smiled and laughed with her. C’mon Baby A, you’re meant to follow the script!
We went through our complaints about his feeding problems and the was he cries all the time and thought we would demonstrate with a bottle. So, we waved the bottle in his face…..and he latched on and started drinking like crazy. He drank 2 ounces in the space of 5 minutes.
Typical isn’t it? You want to explain to the doctor what a problem he is – and he destroys your credibility by acting like the perfect baby.
The doctor was very nice though and prescribed an antacid, in case that helped. We really wanted to make the doctor understand how he can act up, so she got a bottle of pre-prepared milk to try. So again, we waved the bottle in his face….and he drank the whole thing in 15 minutes. Aaaaargh! The only time we want him to cry – and he refuses.
Going to the hospital was worth it though (even if the doctor was probably quite sceptical due to Baby A’s “model” behaviour). The doctor did give us a few things to think about – and hey, he drank 6 ounces in one go. Maybe we should take a trip to the hospital whenever we need to feed him.
