So I have this new job and one of the gals in the office is pregnant. I had mentioned that DH & I need to try to find DS a new doctor because he keeps having diarrhea off and on. He goes days without doing it so we think it was a new food we introduced into his diet. We stopped giving him the food and he stopped having diarrhea pretty much instantly. It happened a time or two after we stopped it but none in the last couple days.
So anyway. This gal she says to me, "You should still take him in and get him checked out. There might be something wrong with him." I just looked at her and shot back, "By now, I've learned to trust my instincts. We stopped feeding him that food and he's doing better."
I mean, my son is 6 years old. That means I've learned how to interpret my mommy radar. It's not screaming that something is wrong. We are watching DS and if it looks like it's coming back with a vengence, I will take him to the doctor.
I just wanted to tell her, "Look, I've been a mom for 6 years. Yours isn't even born yet. I think I know what I'm doing."
I'm the type of girl who can only be defined as different, complicated, and unique.