yes, i have a doctor’s appointment (after a job interview) and guess who else has one!? my poor little monkey. why, you ask?
well, possibly, like mother, like daughter.
two of my mommy friends and i were talking yesterday at playtime about how zoë is like, always dehydrated. her soft spot is always sunken, to some degree.
she’s getting 7-10 feedings and a 4oz. bottle of water (4 parts water to 1 part pear juice) – a LOT of fluids. she’s always willing to drink more. she would drink a water bottle every half hour or so, if i offered it. add to this the fact that if i changed her diaper every time that she was wet…she’d go through between 10 and 15 diapers a day. i don’t. i hold a standard of poop-free and before and after napping or if napping is being avoided, everycouplefew hours.
it hasn’t always been like this. two months ago, before she ever got sick, she was nursing every hour and a half to two. that was killer. especially at night. this sunken fontanel is distressing and has only been around for about two months. it coincided with when regular solid foods were introduced, i think.
so anyways, one of the mommies has diabetes. i knew it was the juvenile type. but i didn’t know that she was diagnosed at 17 months. why was she even suspected? she would drink a lot, always want more, pee a lot and had a scary vein that would pop out in her forehead when her fontanel was caved in. she’s insulin dependant.
zoë has no vein popping out, but the birthmarks on her eyelid and forehead do get brighter red when she’s vigorously crying.
please, for the love of all things holy, don’t make it so that my baby needs shots everyday. sometimes we can’t even wash her hands without the loudest complaint ever… needles hurt and there is a huger chance to like, take out an eye with a syringe than a washcloth.
i feel bad – i thought she was just difficult. and though i tend to look for symptoms after thinking of a cause, if i look back over the past couple months, she’s been happiest and most easy about 30 minutes after eating. i just thought she was a jerk, sometimes. turns out, i might be the jerk.
the worst thing is that if she’s got diabetes, i basically have sat on this dehydration thing for a couple of months. waiting and seeing and barely worrying about it. i figured, if something was really going on, she’d really let me know. fuckbeans.
