are healthier “can kiss my grits” as Flo from one of my all time classic shows, Alice, would say. Kyndal was the only one of my boys that I breastfed and he stays sicker than the other two. Bryson has never been sick, well outside of his bout with tonsilitis last year when he practically drove me nuts. And yes, Dominic has had his rounds with asthma, but it has always been easy to get under control. But Kyndal! That is another story. He’s constantly got a stuffy/runny nose or some kind of cough. Allergies. The recurring boils that just seem to pop up out of nowhere on his body. Then there’s the not one, not two, not three, but four ear infections – one of which was a double ear infection that resulted in a ruptured eardrum. And don’t let me fail to mention his constant bouts with asthma. Add to this the time he was intibated due to a misdiagnosis of epitiglitis, which turned out to be bronchitis. This kid is always making us take those exciting trips to the ER and doctor’s office. If it wasn’t for our crappy but trusty ole’ health insurance, we’d been in the poor house for real. What? Was there something wrong with my milk? Was it tainted? What is wrong with my breastfed baby?
Whoever said that breastfed babies… October 11, 2008