Meeting with the community paediatrician today. I don't think either of us was really in the mood. We'd just got Dr Steward's letter laying out in black and white what he'd told me over the phone and I think we'd both just had one of the most bloody miserable weeks of our lives.
The Paediatrician seemed pleasant enough but we'd been here before. She was another 'professional' whose name I was going to forget would spend ten minutes prodding our baby, tutting and saying 'well you need to stimulate her you know, if she's going to develop'. I had my answer ready beforehand. 'Really' I'd say 'well between us and nursery we did such a good job with Caitlin we thought we'd just skip the next one' (I never said I was reasonable, but it gets you like that).
She read the letter from Dr Steward, she prodded and tutted and weighed and scribbled. I waited, spiteful words at the ready. 'This girl needs building up. I'll get straight on to the Dietitian and get her on Infatrini. You need to claim some Disability allowance for her it'll help with your costs, we'll get someone to help you fill out the forms so you get what you're due. What about her hearing? How's nursery dealing with it? How are you guys doing? Seriously you need to look after yourselves so go and see your doctor if you're finding things difficult'.
In that one hour she covered everything we'd worried about and more, and true to her word by the end of the week we had Imogen on high calorie food to combat her weight loss. We'd been desperate for some decent food for her for weeks, so that alone was the biggest relief. More importantly we feel we've got somebody co-ordinating things a bit and fighting Imogen's corner at last.
I think that was a turning point for us.
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