One antibiotic. Two prescriptions lotions. Five over-the-counter remedies. Fourteen creams. Blood test for allergies. Fifteen doctors visits.
Such is the summary of treatment for Bean’s sordid medical history in her almost six months of life. As I’ve shared before, her skin problems have been a constant source of stress, as well as visits to CVS and Vienna Rexall Drugs. This past week we added to the roster a case of mystery diarrhea, concluded with three incidences of vomiting.
I am wondering whether these medicines and visits are helping or hurting her situation. Is it necessary for us to seek official medical advice from the (wonderful) Dr. Lee from the all-too-convenient Capital Area Pediatrics a mile from our house? Or would we be OK to ride some things out a bit more?
As we approach the point of giving Bean her first solid foods, I am trying more and more to learn about what can go into her body to make her healthy. I’m reading Super Baby Food by Ruth Yaron, which is one of those Bible-type books for new parents. But what Yaron says make sense: take care in creating healthy, wholesome foods for your baby and better health will result. I’d like to think that making at least some of Bean’s food will benefit her.
Yet, I pause and consider that I spent the first five months of Bean’s life breastfeeding her only to have her face her recent maladies. Hadn’t I eaten a balanced enough diet while nursing? And what about the close attention I paid to my diet while pregnant? How much difference did it all make?
I realize that I want to start looking into more holistic approaches to not only keep Bean healthy, but fight sickness when it occurs. I spent the months of pregnancy avoiding medicines at all costs, only to now generously smear Bean with hydrocortisone and give her droppers of antibiotics. I’m not advocating against medicine by any means: it has its place and I’m grateful for it. Maybe I just need to learn about some other options that could be as effective.
Hubby and I are already realizing that sometimes the best medicine isn’t in a bottle. We made the mistake of taking Bean to Tysons mall on Labor Day. We arrived with her asleep and she woke up the second we entered the loud, crowded mall. We each got angry with the other about parking, the crowds, that Bean was awake. Later that night, as we were talking it through while I was feeding Bean, we were each still aggravated. As I was in mid-sentence, as if on cue, Bean let out a huge, long fart. There was nothing to do but laugh. It felt good. Great, actually. At that moment, laughter really was the best medicine.