I suppose I should be happy...

...that something is finally being done about the whole thing, but right now I just want to cry. I was supposed to take Aiden in to the pediatrician on Monday for another weight check, but his recent high fever, spotty rash, and all-around HORRIBLE mood prompted me to call today to see if I could get him in a bit sooner. Luckily they had a spot open, and so off we went. The visit started out just swell, as I learned that Aiden weighs 18 lb 2 oz, a whopping two-ounce gain in 30 days. Fantastic. During his exam, Dr. Brown said that he had a viral infection that was just finishing up in the form of the rash--hence the bad mood--and that he should feel fine soon. The real kicker though is that he apparantly has a sensory eating disorder; he doesn't like the feeling of food in his mouth, so he spits it out, and then obviously doesn't grow because of lack of nutrition. No kidding. So now we get to take him for occupational therapy at Children's Hospital, as well as bloodwork to make sure he doesn't have some sort of wheat allergy to boot. I guess I wouldn't feel so bad, except he's getting therapy to teach him how to eat, where all the while I thought I'd already done that, so now I feel like a failure.