Matt was very careful to relay both our perceived timelines (Me: a month, since the BBQ race. Him: a couple weeks?) and he diligently reported the results of my visit to Dr Google to the guy with the real diploma. The doctor was reportedly reassuring and managed to talk
Incidentally, our regular pediatrician was out so we saw the same guy who sent us to the hospital for RSV this past February. The same guy who had told me I was starving my baby when I was struggling to nurse The Boy. Maybe he didn't phrase it quite that way but that's what I heard - I was also well past the point of sleep deprivation psychosis at the time, so my memories might be a bit fuzzy. Anyway, he's grown on me. Water under the bridge. (Even that metaphor sounds gross right now)
So, unpleasant, but not life-altering. If my daughter suddenly couldn't eat wheat, we'd manage because you gotta do what you gotta do, but that would have added some highly unwelcome complications. Big collective sigh.