Believe it or not, things have gotten worse before getting better. Kung Fu Panda developed terrible, chronic gas after my milk came in, and whenever he wasn't nursing or sleeping, he was grimacing, farting, belching and crying, seemingly getting no relief from our efforts to comfort him. We tried different positions, massages for colitis, patting and rubbing. We were grateful to get him calm and comfortable enough by morning to catch a couple hours of sleep.
This morning we saw a pediatrician at our pediatric practice, and I'm glad there are other doctors there or we would find a new practice immediately. When we described what was going on, after examining Kung Fu Panda and assuring us he was healthy, he addressed us (and me in particular), in a very condescending manner. My status as a first-time mother was apparently all he needed to hear. Clearly, I must be completely clueless, and that was the tone he assumed throughout the visit.
He told me to eat a bland diet for two days, and when I asked him what would be on such a diet, he said, "If you would just let me finish..." and volunteered only bread products and chicken; along with a list of things I mostly wasn't eating anyway, including "greasy pizza." He advised me to gradually work in other foods and note the reaction. Not bad advice, but his tone was unbelievably acid whenever I'd ask a question.
Then the capper: "Doing this won't turn him into the perfect baby. Babies cry." Oh, REALLY? I had no idea!
Oh, and when he found out Kung Fu Panda's rectal temp had been 100.4 last night after a crying jag, before The Gryphon called the office's night number, he said, "What???" in a way that put all the blame on us. We told him that the night nurse had said it was OK given the conditions (babies heat up when they cry), he said, "She should have called us immediately," again in a way that implied we should have known enough to tell her that.
Once home, The Gryphon made me some lunch from what we believed was safe food, and he dug out the breastfeeding resources sheet from the breastfeeding class. I left a message with a local breastfeeding support group, and when she called back, she had lots more ideas, as well as tips on soothing a fussy baby (her 4-year-old daughter was one, too.)
After speaking to her, I fed Kung Fu Panda, who was much calmer, and we were able to put him down for a nap lasting long enough for me to have lunch and a nap. I've been typing this one-handed with my Kung Fu Panda curled on my chest.
Any tips on dealing with gassiness and/or fussiness are appreciated!
I should add earlier today I had a great moment with him after a feeding. He was lying on the bed, calmly, so I got down to look him in the face. On his own, he stuck out his tongue, a game we started on his first day. I had learned in our baby prep class that even newborns can imitate simple facial expressions, so I stuck out my tongue several times until he did it back. We had done it again earlier this week during "tummy time." Today when I got down there he met my eyes and deliberately put out his tongue. We spent 30 minutes making faces while I repeated the word "tongue." I'm looking forward to many such moments.
Some pediatricians are nicer to kids than to adults.