|safe in daddy's arms|
Clara had her first surgery last week - hopefully it will be her last.
Some of you smarty pants readers diagnosed Clara's condition after I wrote about our challenges with breast feeding. Clara was born with ankyloglossia, or a short frenulum, otherwise known as tongue-tied. In short, the process that connects her tongue to the floor of her mouth was very tight, inhibiting sufficient movement of her tongue. This condition makes it difficult for babies to suckle properly and could even cause speech pathologies later in life. Yikes. We wanted to fix that pronto.
(I have to point out that her condition was caught by one of the nurses while we were in the hospital and was totally missed by two pediatricians.) Anyway...our pediatrician somewhat dismissed it at Clara's first appointment, yet the lactation specialist I met with was insistent that I have it evaluated again for treatment.
It was frustrating to get treated. It's something that is typically treated within the first few days of birth (so I've been told), but it took us nearly THREE WEEKS to get into a specialist to treat her. (well, even after three weeks, the first specialist we saw refused to treat her before she was a year old!) It was frustrating. Health care is frustrating. Here I had a newborn baby that I was unable to adequately feed and these doctors offices were not very sympathetic to the situation. I was calling offices daily to see if we could get her in...blah blah...it was a shotty operation that makes me pissed just to think about. Why would anyone dick around when a baby's health is a concern??
Long story short...she got it fixed last week...she cried a lot...made me want to cry too. Poor baby.