“No Soup For You”

“No soup [or milk in this case] for you, [Baby Kate],” as the soup nazi from Seinfeld  would say.  It seems as though Miss Kate a.k.a. Miss Piggy has been eating a bit too much since she was born. But I guess I can’t blame her since I’m the one supplying the surplus of white soup.  Over the past few weeks, she has been getting increasingly more cranky. She cries when awake and is only soothed by being held, upright, against the chest. If you put her down, she is not a happy baby, for long that is.  So today I decided I was not supermom and I could not cure whatever was ailing her, so I called the doctor. When I took her in he informed me that she had gone from being in the 8th percentile of of weight to the 52nd percentile. Meaning she had caught up with other 7 week olds that were not premature. So when he found out her symptoms of spitting up often, diaper rash, irritability, and fast weight gain, he quickly diagnosed acid reflux. So now Kate is taking zantac for acid reflux and is on a new  cream for her diaper rash. She will now be fed every four hours instead of every two to three, so I can only imagine how angry she will be at me for awhile. I know if people withheld my food for any length of time when I was starving I would be furious. But all I can do is tell her I’m sorry for getting her into this predicament and I wish I could take her pain away. My advise for all new mothers is to call your doctor as soon as your worried. I wish I had of instead of listening to lactation consultants, friends, family, and the  well-informed internet. Sometimes doctors do know best.