I’m in a mood.
I’m worried about Roo. He’s not eating more than a couple of ounces at a time before he starts grunting. He grunts most of the time these days but is in a good mood when he’s not grunting.
This has been going on for a while, and today he ate exactly one full feeding. The email back from the pediatrician about it was completely unhelpful and suggested we get him off the goat’s milk formula, which we originally got him on (with advice from another, crunchier pediatrician) because of colic, and because the cow’s milk formula has corn syrup as the first or second ingredient and we couldn’t – pardon the pun – stomach it.
Now I’m in a terrible mood because we just had an insane dinner with my mother-in-law and her untrained 75-pound German Shepard puppy who will (supposedly) eventually be a service dog but for now is an uncontrollable maniac who is allowed in restaurants because of her service harness.
Ugh. Someone please talk me off the ledge. I feel like we’re going to be up half the night with the baby because he didn’t get enough calories today to get any good sleep tonight, I’m half-convinced that something truly terrible is wrong with him, and I’m having one of those nights where I just feel completely unqualified to be this child’s Mama.