Today was mummy’s birthday. I gave her a beautiful pair of fluffy slippers so that her feet do not get cold when she feeds me at night and I also gave her a book to write in.
We went to playgroup at the NCC in the afternoon and I was still the youngest baby there (and the cutest). Sue, the physiotherapist watched me eat and she said that it looks like I am quite uncomfortable and in pain. At last someone is listening to me. After playgroup we went to Dr C and I had put on 125grams (apparently I am the only one who thinks that is a lot). I now weigh 3.150. Dr C is baffled at my failure to put on weight. I reckon he should watch me eat (or refuse to eat) and then he’d understand. He told mummy that maybe I have reflux and he prescribed some medicine. Now I know fully well that Dr C is anti medication and does not believe in reflux so I think I have really stymied him. He had to go and ask another doctor for the dosage and he could not believe that Dr C was going to give me medication, even the receptionist was shocked. Dr C spent a long time convincing mummy that it was okay to give me Zantac and that if it did not fix the problem we would stop it immediately. Dr C said that if it works we would be able to see a difference in 48 hours.
Mommy got my medicine for me and it tastes revolting!