Don't get me wrong, I love my parents. I do. But they are older generation, to say the least.
So I'm breastfeeding. It's knackering. She still wants to eat every 2 hours. She's 2 weeks old. Of course, the reason she wants to eat so much, according to a man who was breastfed himself for TWO YEARS, is that she's not getting enough to eat at the breast.
She's a windy baby - aren't they all? She's gassy, and it takes a while to get wind out of her. No biggie, she's pooping fine, urinating fine, gaining weight, etc.
she gets hiccups a lot. she got hiccups in the womb. a lot.
But there's my dad, telling me to give her water - she doesn't need water, dad, she's breastfed - and to 'see what the doctor says'.
I didn't have the heart to tell him I lived with two doctors, had affairs with others, and they were no more intelligent than I am, so I don't put all my confidence in them. . One was far dumber than I was, yet he's been unleashed on an unsuspecting populace to practice medicine. So there you go. I also worked with loads of them in a women's clinic. Needless to say, that combined w/being a born cynic has modified my trust in many doctors.
Then there was the ol' - when you wouldn't sleep, we gave you a bottle w/cereal in it.
WTF?!