Hello, son,
Another day begins. This morning, I woke up to your cries. It’s been a while.
It seems you’re constipated. For the first time since I’ve known you, I saw you struggling to have your morning poop. And you produced a small, hard pellet.
(Yes, I’m sharing poop stories online)
We recently increased your milk intake, and the nutritionist changed your schedule.
Yesterday, you also had mamão, the papaya.
The speech therapist is successfully getting you to eat more and more with a spoon.
I think this change is due to a combination of all these things. We’ve already notified your pediatrician; we’ll keep an eye on it.
Honestly, I’m not too anxious. Digestive issues in babies are common. I’d rather deal with this than problems with your lungs. Even though it’s not pleasant and you cried, I figure this kind of issue should resolve quickly. Let’s stay positive!
Otherwise, yesterday was a good day. It was just us with you, without any help. Your mom spent a lot of time with you in the room. You also enjoyed the living room and your playpen, and I spent my day on the computer trying to push projects forward to pay the medical bills that the organization refuses to cover.
You’re still so handsome, my little potato.
See you tomorrow. I love you,
Dad.
