GI Clinic

So I thought the GI Clinic this afternoon would be no big deal...actually, I sort of felt like our pediatrician was going overboard by scheduling the appointment. But it's a good thing we went. Apparenty Moriah is probably allergic to both milk and soy--which means, since I'm trying to get back to breastfeeding, I need to be milk and soy free (could our attempts at breastfeeding be made any more difficult?!) and in the meantime, Moriah needs to eat the really expensive milk and soy free formula. Fabulous.

Then the GI doc proceeds to tell us that Moriah's rectum is prolapsed, which could be an indication of her allergy (constipation)...or a symptom of...cystic fibrosis.

I laughed. I really did. To which the doctor said, "They say there is no humor in heaven. And here's why: when everything's fine, who needs humor?!" Which made me laugh more. To which he said, "You know, with some parents, I tell them their kid has just reflux, and it turns into an hour-long conversation; with you people, it's like you hardly blink when I mention a genetic disorder, and given your three weeks, I can understand why." So then of course we mentioned well, yeah, we've even been through a bone marrow transplant with our son...to which he said something about life having a lot of crap. Which of course I found even MORE hysterical, considering we were at the GI doctor's giving him Moriah's stool samples.

Oh my, friends. Pray. It just cannot be. We have to call tomorrow to get a "sweat test" scheduled. In the meantime, I missed our cheeseburger dinner tonight...and made two eggs instead. Oh, and I have to give up my latest craving--Reese's Pieces--because it has whey. Dude. What a day.