re: the water thing...my MIL was told by their GP (who was her doc, the kids' doc, and the guy who attended the births of my husband and his sister) to give bottles of water. Since my MIL liked to sleep in, it was her oldest son's job to go in and give my hubby a full bottle (the BIG glass ones) of water when he woke up in the crib, before she would get up to nurse him or give him food.
Is it any wonder he has serious issues in knowing when he is hungry (he will go from feeling full to absolutely starving in a matter of minutes), and in eating when he's not hungry b/c he somehow worries he won't ever get fed again...
I realized I had a worst thing said, though the lady said it to my husband.
Background...I'm very "Irish" in appearance, with the light skin and blue eyes and blond brown red curly hair. My hubby is Korean, Portuguese, and Welsh, with the darkest eyes you've ever seen (one optometrist has ever been able to actually see where his pupil begins and iris ends, ONE) and black hair (his welsh/portuguese dad also had black hair along with his Korean mom), and he tans easily.
Our son arrived with serious Ronald McDonald hair (RED wild and curly).
His eyes were first blue, then green, then hazel. And now they are...amber. It's the only way to describe them without flat out saying that he has red eyes. Many strangers get confused looks and say "his eyes match his hair, I've never seen that". Neither have we.
OK but this is when he was still blue-eyed, so I've gotten off the track.
We went shopping for some clothes for me. I went into a dressing room. Baby was very small. We didn't own a stroller until DS was 2 years old, so hubby is holding baby, hotsling, diaper bag, and purse. Standing outside the women's dressing room.
Woman walks by, looks him up and down, looks at the baby...says...."You look as though you
stole that child." And walked away.
Later on when DS was of playing-in-playground age, they were at the playground at our apt complex, having a grand time while I made dinner. They came in, much earlier than expected, DH almost in tears. They left, quickly, because he heard a woman on her balcony overlooking the play area, calling the police on him because there was a strange man in the playground who didn't have a child that looked like him there.
We could feel glad that she was vigilant, but these were our *neighbors*.
Well that's different I think. Really sweet actually. 
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That's HORRIBLE! I'm so sorry for your DH.
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