As I'm sitting here compiling a history for the GI Specialist...

I can't help but feel angry. Angry at how often we tried to get the doctors to believe us that the boy was spitting up an awful lot, that he was too gassy, that.. that.. that.

We've gone to the doctors multiple times with what was likely all the same problem. The first few times, they tried to pass it off as normal. Those doctors should be shot.

Then we got frankly STUPID advice. One says to K "He's probably sucking in too much air when you burp him. Burp him less."

Nobody mentioned that he wasn't gaining like he was supposed to. Nobody told us that the kid was not doing well.

And that's why the only reason I'm agreeing to stay with these idiots is if we get this Dr. Stewart K finally got Monday. Because I am hugely unimpressed right now.

Luckily, the boy has a GI specialist appointment today. We're coming in, armed to the teeth, ready to fight for them to stop dicking around and telling us what is going on with our boy and how we can fight it.

This is the sounds of a father who's had it with his son being sick and so-called medical professionals not giving good answers. Compiling the boy's medical history reminds me just how much stupid we've had to deal with. And I'm not accepting any anymore.