Ok - so I am officially a bad/neurotic/not coping mother now, it will now be embalzoned all over the HV's notes...
Took dd for her hip scan (she was breech). I had fed her not long before we left as I knew we'd be out for a while, but inevitably she started screaming. I gave her some gaviscon and luckily she setlled and I managed to get her to the hospital without any problems. Got called in and I warned them that ahe doesn't like being laid down and why. Funnily enough she was ok when they scanned the first one, she was laid on her side and I thought maybe she'd actually be ok... Rolled her onto her other side and she started SCREAMING and kicking her legs all over the place. It wasn't that that bothered me so much, I am used to her screams after all, but the two women scanning her looked HORRIFIED.
So anyway, I get her into her clothes and into the car and she screamed in the car the whole way to the clinic. Usually she is not too bad in the car so by the time I got there my nerves were frazzled. She wouldn't stop crying when I got her out so I wheeled her round outside in the pram for a while to get her settled. I go into the clinic and am greeted by the sight f lots of happy gurgling babies lying on changing mats. My heart sank. A man told me to undress dd and lay her on a mat. My heart sank some more. Of course the moment I laid her down she started. Bearing in mind the only reason I was there is that I wanted a chat and some advice regarding the reflux, and I called the HVs twice and their answer was "take her to clinic". So i said to the man, I don't want to undress her right now as she is distressed afetr just having scan etc but I have a couple of questions etc. So I waited outside in the porch bit and tried to sooth dd. HV comes out and we start to chat. What do I do? I start CRYING! Only for a second, I composed myself quite quickly, but she took one look at me and said I really needed someone to come and see me at home as I needed some TLC. Which roughly translates as "your dd is now on the at risk register" I suppose!
She then went on to say that I had come to the wrong clinic (I was told on the phone to go to that one) so she couldn't help me as I was not "hers". She also commented on dd's white tongue and said it must be thrush (?) and as it turns out she also has a tongue tie, god knows why noone else has noticed as she constantly has her mouth wide open screaming..
We finally weighed her while evryone else in that small echoey room put their earplugs in, and she is gainig weight - 50th centile, so that is something.
So I came away with no answers to my questions, feeling more worried and inadequate than ever. Which is a shame as I was actually feeling fairly positive this morning as dd had also managed to self-soothe a couple of times last night now that I have elevated her moses basket mattress and actually took the dummy a couple of times which she rarely does! Congratulations Narmada!
Sorry about the rant. Feel so much better for typing this though. Thank god for this thread!