Great news to report…Shel does not have pyloric stenosis. Whew. Dr. Google scared the crap out of me last night.
I know better than to consult Dr. Google. I know better!
And the panic about the procedure itself was completely unnecessary. She did fine with the barium, she did fine with the bottle.
I know I’m a broken record, but thanks for the crossed fingers, thoughts, and prayers. Thanks. I wish I could buy you all a drink or a Mercedes to convey how thankful I truly am.
As far as my other worries about breastfeeding, I have no plans to stop breastfeeding. Dr. M, the pediatrician, is not very educated about breastfeeding. If it comes to her recommending that I stop, I’ll respectfully decline that plan of action.
I do seem to have a powerful let down, so I’m going to try pumping for a few minutes before feeding Shel so that she won’t get the brunt of the onset of let down. I may even try to feed her for a shorter amount of time. I’ve already eliminated dairy. If needed, I may start eliminating wheat, gluten, whatever to see if it makes a difference.
Only if I’ve exhausted all possibilities will I consider switching to formula. I feel that this plan is the right thing for Shel. And selfishly, it’s the right thing for me. I know logically that formula is not bad. It’s my own perception of myself as a mother that would be bruised.
Speaking of being bruised, Dr. M asked me if I needed Prozac. Her concern for me was appreciated, however, I’m not depressed. I don’t know what it’s like to be depressed, but I do know that what I’m feeling is not depression. I’m sleep deprived, I get weepy, I’m overwhelmed. I’m not feeling hopelessness. I know that things will get better.
I certainly don’t need Prozac, I have all of you! Dr. Blogosphere is certainly a cheaper alternative to pills and therapy.