Well, I'm back to work. It took about three seconds after I turned on my computer for me to want to go back home. If it wasn't for the three months worth of dust on my desk, I'd swear no time had passed at all.
So much has happened over the last three, going on four weeks. Ever since Mason got his first round of vaccinations, it's been downhill in terms of... well, everything. He got congested. Then he got croup. Then he caught a stomach bug. Then the congestion got worse. It's been a cavalcade of ailments, and it seems like every time he gets one tackled, another comes barreling in from left field. Poor kid.
Although he's over the croup and no longer has explosive diarrhea, he's still congested. According to his pediatricians (I say pediatricians because he's been seen by two of the four pediatricians in the group), his chronic congestion is from his reflux. I'm trying to let them do their job, but I just don't buy it. He's had reflux since he was born and was never congested until he got his vaccine shots. Not saying that they are to blame, but I'm pretty sure getting five of them at once was pretty hard on his little immune system. These particular doctors are real sticklers about following the recommended vaccine schedule and don't seem willing to work with us in terms of holding off on some of them or not doing so many at the same time. It's not like we're not going to get him vaccinated, but obviously, some babies seem more susceptible to getting sick than others, Mason being one of them, so why they aren't willing to work with the parents so they feel comfortable about it is beyond me. I mean, it's the parents that have to deal with the aftermath, am I right?.
I also feel like they're kind of dismissing our concerns and using his reflux as a catch all. "Oh, he's not eating? It's the reflux. He's congested? It's the reflux. Spitting up? You guessed it... reflux!"
My sister-in-law gave me the number to another pediatrician that comes highly recommended. He's just as close, so I might go and get a second opinion about the state of my little honey baby.
November 28, 2007
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