“I don’t remember getting this frustrated with Brady, do you?” Jason said to me, after almost an hour of solid screaming from Madelynn tonight. “We weren’t. It was...different with him. He didn’t have problems we didn’t know how to fix. It wasn’t like this...”
It’s been another rough couple of weeks for my girl. We switched up reflux meds again and she is still...seriously, still having issues...inconsistent issues, but issues none the less. It’s draining. We saw the GI specialist for another update. We told her how things had significantly improved with Madi eating, but that the reflux (or something) still seemed to be bothering her. Oh, and she’s teething, yay. Anyway, the GI Dr changed up the timing of her meds, going from twice a day to now three times a day. She also (warning, gross) looked at her stool and had some concerns. She is suggesting that we try ready-to-feed formula instead of powder, as she thinks Madi may now also have a sensitivity/allergy to corn and powder contains corn.
I mean...how do they know all of these things? No milk, no cheese, no steak, no ground beef, no yogurt, no corn? What if that isn’t it, what do we try then? She’s pushing for us to start solid foods in a couple weeks...hoping that will shed some light on foods she can and can’t digest or has issues with. I’m over it tonight though. I sure wish there was an easy button...
In more exciting news, I got word from my dr that I won’t need ankle surgery recently, so that’s a small positive. A few more weeks in this boot and hopefully life can return to semi normal. I can tell you one thing though...twenty seventeen has jokes. I don’t like them, but it seems to think they are funny.
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