Yesterday was exhausting, but overall went well. I really liked the hepatologist, and the fellow that works with him seems thorough as well. They did take more blood, which will be checking for potential anemia which could explain the slightly elevated bilirubin, and we have to repeat the tests in a month, but they believe that he may be part of the 10% or so of the population that just naturally has slightly elevated liver enzymes, and he’ll likely continue to outgrow it. He was very reassuring, stating that Ike’s overall a very healthy baby, so just keep loving him and feeding him and enjoying him. Very sweet; the sincere way he spoke about him makes me realize that he probably spends an awful lot of his time working with and treating very ill children, so I feel very lucky to not be dealing with more severe issues.
Bonus for Mama – he thinks that even the mucusy poo has nothing to do with my diet, so on our way home we stopped for a very late lunch and I had cheddar cheese soup, guilt-free. Then later that night I snarfed to the two pieces of leftover pizza – one cold from the fridge, the other hot out of the toaster oven. The roof of my mouth and my tongue still feel seared, and I could not be happier about it. I’m apprehensive that allowing dairy back into my diet will have me gaining a bunch of weight back, but frankly right now I’m not going to obsess over it. It’ll just be nice to have a few days where I don’t have to stress about what I can or cannot eat. If in three or four days’ time we don’t see anything getting markedly worse with Ike, I think I can comfortably get back to my normal eating, be it better or worse for me and/or my weight in the long run.
More later, hopefully. I need to try and focus on the piles and piles of work that are, um, piling up.