Somebody suggested super-mucous poo could indicate an allergy, especially milk. That's what I've read, too, but doctor insists food allergies at this age don't exist. (And Lauren is an imaginary baby?) 
He's a nice guy, I just wish he was willing to sit down and hash things out with me. I know she's gaining and everything, but if her body's not happy, why push it? I'm allergic to lots of things food-wise, and just because it doesn't make me violently ill doesn't mean I should avoid it. No body benefits from being under a constant inflammatory response. Anyway, I just wish he would take the time to really, really talk. Then maybe I would understand where he's coming from, and he would understand me. At this point I think he thinks we're just a couple of parents who don't know anything outside of what they see on TV.
The frustrating thing about it is that unlike my questions during the pregnancy, I think there's a lot less clinical data about breastfed infants. Just goes to show we got a long way to go.
Lisa: No, DH isn't Hispanic. Why? When I was a kid, my grandmother would tell me to marry a nice "American boy" who wasn't Catholic. She didn't want me playing second fiddle to anybody like she had to. (NB: There is a feeling in my, and other Hispanic families, that "American"/"white" men are more sensitive and help around the house more than Hispanic men, who are known for being mama's boys and full of macho-man behavior. Stereotype? Of course. But, that's what a lot of women think.) I married a nice American boy and while he was Catholic, I promptly made him an ELCA Lutheran, the kind Garrison Keillor says might as well be Unitarian :LOL Carmen's name comes from her. My family comes from the Tex-Mex borderlands. We don't consider ourselves Mexican, but my famliy and people like mine don't consider themselves white/Anglo (even though my family members are all quite fair) or all that run-of-the-mill American, either. Some people say we're Tejanos. I consider myself a Texan before anything else.
I love my state. Hate the politics, but love the state. Love the geography, the biodiversity, the cultures, the curanderas, the food, the agriculture, the music . . . and did I mention the food? 
I never learned Spanish, even though it was spoken at home. My mother was afraid I would speak it at school, or with an accent, and that would hold me back (she didn't want me playing second fiddle to anybody, either . . . ). So she made sure everyone addressed me in English. Of course that fact bites me in the butt every time I leave my house, now. I can understand it pretty well, and read ok. It's just conversation (i.e., living in real life!) that I have trouble with. Too bad, because I think there's a real paucity of information on birthing and childhood for the Hispanic community, and I would like to do what I could to help remedy that at least in my neighborhood. A neighbor from southern Mexico is expecting in August, and she refuses to even try breastfeeding, because she says it hurts. My mother thought breastfeeding was yicky--she equated it with poverty and backwardness. Why aspire to so much and then spend so much time with a baby on your boob like you're living in the mountains with a dirt floor?
Anyway, people say Texans talk too much. Better put David in his bed so I can work on Carmen.
He's a nice guy, I just wish he was willing to sit down and hash things out with me. I know she's gaining and everything, but if her body's not happy, why push it? I'm allergic to lots of things food-wise, and just because it doesn't make me violently ill doesn't mean I should avoid it. No body benefits from being under a constant inflammatory response. Anyway, I just wish he would take the time to really, really talk. Then maybe I would understand where he's coming from, and he would understand me. At this point I think he thinks we're just a couple of parents who don't know anything outside of what they see on TV.The frustrating thing about it is that unlike my questions during the pregnancy, I think there's a lot less clinical data about breastfed infants. Just goes to show we got a long way to go.
Lisa: No, DH isn't Hispanic. Why? When I was a kid, my grandmother would tell me to marry a nice "American boy" who wasn't Catholic. She didn't want me playing second fiddle to anybody like she had to. (NB: There is a feeling in my, and other Hispanic families, that "American"/"white" men are more sensitive and help around the house more than Hispanic men, who are known for being mama's boys and full of macho-man behavior. Stereotype? Of course. But, that's what a lot of women think.) I married a nice American boy and while he was Catholic, I promptly made him an ELCA Lutheran, the kind Garrison Keillor says might as well be Unitarian :LOL Carmen's name comes from her. My family comes from the Tex-Mex borderlands. We don't consider ourselves Mexican, but my famliy and people like mine don't consider themselves white/Anglo (even though my family members are all quite fair) or all that run-of-the-mill American, either. Some people say we're Tejanos. I consider myself a Texan before anything else.
I love my state. Hate the politics, but love the state. Love the geography, the biodiversity, the cultures, the curanderas, the food, the agriculture, the music . . . and did I mention the food? I never learned Spanish, even though it was spoken at home. My mother was afraid I would speak it at school, or with an accent, and that would hold me back (she didn't want me playing second fiddle to anybody, either . . . ). So she made sure everyone addressed me in English. Of course that fact bites me in the butt every time I leave my house, now. I can understand it pretty well, and read ok. It's just conversation (i.e., living in real life!) that I have trouble with. Too bad, because I think there's a real paucity of information on birthing and childhood for the Hispanic community, and I would like to do what I could to help remedy that at least in my neighborhood. A neighbor from southern Mexico is expecting in August, and she refuses to even try breastfeeding, because she says it hurts. My mother thought breastfeeding was yicky--she equated it with poverty and backwardness. Why aspire to so much and then spend so much time with a baby on your boob like you're living in the mountains with a dirt floor?
Anyway, people say Texans talk too much.
Better put David in his bed so I can work on Carmen.
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oh well, guess I'll consider THAT an investment, too!
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anyhow, I think MAMA instinct is WAY better than anything a docotr, who sees your kid for 5-10 minutes, figures out.
How exciting for me!!! I had to convince dh I didn't buy them, lol.
You must be very proud parents! You are most welcome for the yarns. I tell ya, I was SICK of looking at them and feeling failure. 
I'd much rather they went to you to make beautiful things that people will love 
on the surgery cost. WOW.thank GOODNESS for insurance!
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