The Great Diva Detective

It was a day of chaos and I'm pretty certain I broke my pinky toe on our step trash can.

I had lost five and  a half pounds on ww but my milk supply's dropped drastically despite drinking 64oz of water a day and eating much healthier. So I'm all torn up about the reduction in breastmilk.

Also my workday was stressful.

And we had to meet as a faculty about when to attend the visitation as a group and what to make for the funeral dinner and that was wrenching.

I tried the strategies from Teaching With Love and Logic in class. They helped for less than thirty minutes before the dynamics of utter disorder returned. And those thirty minutes may be more or less attributable to the sluggishness of Monday mornings in general rather than any special efforts on my part.

The baby threw up a lot. This has been going on for over a week. I called the dr. office expecting them to up her prevacid dose as the Older Pediatrician we saw in january as a sub suggested was the next phase of standard protocol for reflux. The Actual Pediatrician hit the roof about that question and said never ever in her practice has a higher dose been given or indicated and obviously SP needed extensive tests including a barium x-ray and an endoscopy.

Um, hell to the no, lady.

I decided then and there that we would try to manage it on the current dose. Then when sp was arching and crying after her 5:30 bottle it occurred to me she hasn't done this since before her reflux was treated. I racked my brain only to recall that our "good" dosing syringe with the rubber plunger fell apart about ten days ago and we've been using one with an evil pointy plastic prong in the plunger that harbors pink pixie dust from the prevacid and doesn't exactly dispense it well.

Voila. SP isn't getting her entire dose thus the vomiting and fussiness. So we have replaced the syringe and are hoping for the best.

It took me ten minutes of contemplation to figure out it was an equipment malfunction and I'm thinking I should fight crime.