My dad has a fitting nickname for my youngest child. He has called her 'Toot Toot' almost from the beginning.
In my eighth month of pregnancy with her, I had what I thought were labor pains, so of course I discussed this with my obstetrician. After an examination, he assured me that I was not in labor and that I was not having Braxton Hicks contractions. He told me that what was causing my discomfort was that my child had gas. For the next month, I avoided anything that I thought would have even the slightest chance of causing baby to have more gas.
After she was born, as she was a 'breast baby', I continued to be careful with what foods I consumed. This worked well until she was ready for solid food.
How such a sweet precious little girl could make such horrible scary noises is beyond me. To this day (she is now 18), she is one of the gassiest people I have ever met. Heaven forbid she eats beans or cabbage or eggs or anything. I have often said that she inhales oxygen and exhales toxic fumes.
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