We took kyle to the doctor yesterday. He could find no physical reason for the food crankiness. I'm glad that Taylor's a family therapist so we could just point to that and stop the talk about "Have you tried..." and "Maybe it's a power thing..." Because it's not a lack of our trying things, and it's not him being a bum. Anyway, we thought we'd try something for acid reflux to see if that makes him happier.
And of course the second we got home he drank an entire cup of milk and ate tons of mac and cheese. It was kind of a, "Gosh, guys. If it matters to you so much that you take me to the doctor, I guess I'll eat."
And he's back to the screaming today. It's so fun. The medicine takes a week to work; I'm counting the days.
Oh the joys of parenthood. Maybe he would like to prepare his own meals.
ReplyDeleteMy thoughts are with you! Hang in there.