Onto soy...

Around 5:30 this morning, Xavier started crying and Bill jumped up. I meant to get up, but thought I'd just wait a few ... more ... minutes ... The dog put her head on the bed next to me, and I told her to go lie down. "Don't even think about it." (Jumping on the bed.) Then Bill pushed open the door to the bedroom and yelled, "Steph! Don't you hear me yelling for you?!"

I ran into the nursery, scared shitless, asking him what's wrong.

I'd like to add here that, if I had woken him up like that, he'd STILL be talking about how he was going to die of a heart attack because I scared him so bad. But it's OK because he did it. Whatever.

Anyway. So he had been "screaming" for me (unlikely, because the dog didn't hear him either) because he found some blood in Xavier's poopie (or poopy? I don't know which I like better) diaper. It was just a little bit, and he wasn't feverish, or lethargic, or different in any way, like they tell you to watch for. I said I'd call the doctor to make an appointment first thing in the morning (the real morning, after the sun comes up), and we all went back to bed.

I was able to make an appointment for 1 p.m. today, and Dr. K (who Xavier has seen all three times he's been to the pediatrician's office now, and we love her) said that it would appear that he has a sensitivity to dairy. She recommended switching him to soy formula for now, but said that, while we probably won't switch him back (because "if it ain't broke..."), his allergy should only be temporary and we can try to reintroduce dairy, through cheese and yogurt, by the time he's six months old.

We gathered up our sample pre-mixed bottle, and some diaper rash cream, and headed out to Babies R Us to buy us some soy.

Fortunately, the soy version of Similac is just as expensive as, and not any more than, the dairy version of Similac. It's all expensive. Although I suppose it's all better than me having to cut out dairy or completely change my diet or something like that, if I were still breastfeeding. Yet another reason I'm glad I gave it up.

[I've started a post about my experience with breastfeeding, and will finish it one of these days. Stay tuned.]

The funny thing is, I'm not as freaked out about this whole situation with my son as some people might be, and I think it's because of all the hassle we went through with Maeberry, trying to find a suitable dog food that won't make her shit blood. Because there were plenty of mornings -- and afternoons, and nights -- where we had to clean bloody shit from her ass. (Much grosser than cleaning it from Xavier's.) And we made it through that. Despite thousands of dollars spent in vet visits and me crying hysterically, getting pulled over for crying while on the phone (and getting out of a ticket because the cop was probably like, holy shit, there must be something really wrong with this chick's dog), and an insane amount spent on water-based soy dog food ... Mae is fine. And Xavier will be fine too.

I just hope he's not really allergic to milk, or lactose intolerant or something. How would we enjoy chocolate milk breakfasts together?! Or Oreos and milk desserts?!


Previous weight: 9 pounds, 7.4 ounces
Current weight: 9 pounds, 14 ounces