I'm Going to Become the Crazy Mom

So the doc appointment yesterday felt like I was pounding my head against a wall again...It felt like Belle all over again....Seriously people I've done this once before...Been there done that really don't want to attend the after party again...So I brought up all my concerns. Stated all his problems, yada yada yada and yet I'm still the overprotective too proactive mommy...WHAT?! First thing that pissed me off was that as I was standing in the hallway waiting to Easton weighed I overheard the MA's talking about how the infant scales are not correctly callobrated because they are moved around constantly because of all the transplants on certain days...Ummm HELLO in GI weight is IMPORTANT....UGH...THEN she tells me they called the WRONG branch of Easton's doctors office so they don't have his growth chart so they don't know why his doctor is so concerned bc on when he was last at the ENT he looks fine. (insert eyeroll) So first your scales aren't correct and 2 the scales you are going off aren't even the same ones because they are at 2 seperate offices with 2 seperate departments. Ummmmm yeah...whereas the growth chart that has me and his pediatrician concerned is off of 1 of 2 scales in the SAME office that are regularly checked and he's seen there at least once a month...Hmmmm wonder which growth chart I'm going to go off of...I saw for my self his growth chart. I know how to look at a chart as does his doctor who has been looking at them for oh more years then this GI doc has been alive....AHHHHHHH

Anywho...onto my task that I'm giving myself for the month...I'm going to be a photo journalist for the month and the blog is going to be my outlet...well kind of...I'll spare you the gross photos. SO for the next month I will be writing down everything and photographing everything that he eats and poops. The GI doc said he should eat a normal diet...there's no way that he's like belle...UMMM what?! OK I'll prove you wrong...and if you know me you know I like to prove you wrong...Granted I won't put him in danger and I won't make him really sick but I'm going to prove that I know my children. So here I will be able to vent and   talk and cheer and cry....So away we go.....