Yesterday was action packed!

We visited the DMV, the doctor, the lawyer, dropped by the park where my group at work was doing a volunteer cleanup day, and Mommy Jill had a staged reading last night, as part of a fundraiser for a local theater.

Noah continued his exciting efforts to roll over. Yesterday he didn’t quite succeed in getting all the way over, but at 11 pm, agitated and cold, he managed to get one foot between the slats of his crib. Of course getting it out again is a lot harder, poor guy. He isn’t hurt, but he was very upset about the whole thing and didn’t fall-and-stay asleep again until 1 am.

Why was he cold? Well, lately he’s been waking up with bug bites or maybe a rash around his ears, neck, and top of chest. Between that and the possibility of GERD, I called the pediatrician yesterday and they could see us almost immediately, so of course we went.

The little marks were diagnosed as, not bug bites, but heat rash. Since I already suspected that I was one of those "I’m cold, you put on a sweater" moms, that instantly made sense. Especially since the 2 times we most often see the reaction are when he wakes up and when he’s coming out of his carseat.

The doctor also said that Noah’s reaction didn’t actually sound like GERD to her, or if it was, it was mild to moderate at most. She thinks it sounds more like our old friend MILK PROTEIN ALLERGY. Yup. Mommy has to go back to eating fake dairy products. :( This doctor thought we should give it a week of me not eating dairy, and if there’s no improvement, then she’ll prescribe infant zantac.

Oh well. At least I’m better informed now than I was last time we did this.

Back to packing.