I can't imagine what it must be like for Sophia to try a new food. I know she's only 11 months but I can tell she's nervous and yet hopeful, just as we are, when she gets something new to try.
I hate the constant worry, the dread of food trials and the list of possible reactions.
This morning wasn't the best.
I guess it's the stages of grief (if that makes sense) cycling again after our newest fail but right now I am MAD. I don't understand WHY Sophia has FPIES.
I watched my daughter scream in pain this morning. She was thrashing around so hard that I had to have Phillip help by holding her arms while I tried to get the blood and mucous filled poop off her. She screamed until I finally got the powder on. Even now, she doesn't want to sit down on her poor sore bottom.
Today, I hate FPIES.
