We were in good hands with Dr. Z. Two years later Sharon was born, and things were humming along. At about 18 months, she became a very difficult child, she was ornery and contrary, stubborn and disobedient and generally hard to deal with. No was her favorite word. She was a huge grouch and a pain in the butt. I loved her, but there were times I'd have given her away, to just about anyone. Things got worse, the older she got.
When she was about 30 months, Dr. Z died. His practice was sold to a young doctor, Dr. C. On our first "get acquainted" visit he observed Sharon for less than 30 seconds, and said, "I think she has food allergies and you need to take her to a pediatric allergist." Mind you I'd said nothing about Sharon or her behavior. I thought, "I'll try anything." Going to a pediatric allergist was certainly better than giving her away.
Dr. C., was right, she had food allergies. She was allergic to milk products, chocolate, peanuts and tuna. These allergies are not uncommon, but for her they didn't cause "typical allergic reactions". No rashes, no runny nose, no itchy skin, nothing we could see. No, in her they caused her to feel bad, inside, and since she was young and always felt "bad", she acted out.
Once we cut the offending food out of her diet, she was a "new" kid, literally. Her behavior was what we dreamed of, she was a delightful child, like her sister.
I hope this post helps someone with is having a frustrating time with a child, and they can see there's hope for their family. And you don't have to wait for the pediatrician to die.
Thanks for stopping by and sharing my life with me,