Here are some fun pictures of our Halloween adventures. I actually got Aaron to dress up. Yes, that is my “phony pony” he is wearing. He looks good as a blonde, don’t you think?
(I was a supposed to be a fortune teller, if you couldn’t guess)
Acid Reflux November 2, 2007
Little Adelaide has a little trouble keeping her food down. Actually, she throws up pretty much every time she eats. That is not the worst part though. Usually she screams all evening because of the pain and it has gotten so bad that she is now hoarse. Being a singer and a voice teacher, I couldn’t stand to let her have a hurt voice at such a young age. Whether or not she decides to sing when she grows up, I don’t want the option to be totally ruled out. I also don’t want her to have a scratchy voice her whole life.
So, I called yesterday and got an appointment with her pediatrition. I told the nurse on the phone that I didn’t want to come in unless he would give her a prescription for it. He had told me at her 2 week check up that they don’t like to prescribe reflux medicine until they are six months old. Well, I had heard from several other moms, and my sister Brooke had talked to many of her friends who had babies with this same problem. They all said that they got their babies on some reflux medicine and after that, it was like a brand new baby.
So, I went to the Doc and tried to tell him my struggles. He didn’t really listen and said “Oh, so she’s having some spit up?”
“Some spit up?” I thought to myself. If you call yellow, mucusy vomit a little spit up. But I kept my cool and tried to put on my poker face.
Then he asked me if I had read “Baby Wise.” I told him I had read “Baby Whisperer” and he said that that was equally as good. Then he proceeded to tell me everything about combating reflux that I had already read in the book. I kept thinking “Doctor, I can read. I already know this stuff. It hasn’t been working. I wouldn’t be here if it did. Hello? What I need is some medicine for this poor little girl who is in agony night after night.”
At this point I finally said “Well, isn’t there some kind of baby Zantac or something you can give her?”
He said “Well, you could try it, but I don’t know what it will do. It probably won’t do anything but give you something to do to make you feel like you are helping.”
I was livid by this point! I thought, You quack! What kind of doctor are you!? She needs something to stop what’s causing the pain! All of the elevation tricks haven’t been working. If they had, I wouldn’t be here! DUH!
Finally, I was almost to the point of tears and pulled the singing card. “Doctor,” I said, “As a singing teacher, you have to understand that this is important to me. Can’t you prescribe something for her?!”
“Well, I guess I can.” He finally relented.
Then he left the room and came back with a list of ways to help reflux, a recommendation for some milk thickener, and, AT LAST, a prescription for some baby zantac. He didn’t say much after that. I think he could tell I was pretty pissed off.
I picked up the medicine on my way to teach singing lessons. We gave her some last night, and she had a much better night. She still spit up a little, but it didn’t seem to have the same agonizing affect. I took her to book club with me ( I went because they were discussing Twilight), and it was during the time of day when she is usually horrible. She was a little angel, and just fell asleep while I held her. She slept through all the cackling of the relief society women and woke up just as I was leaving.
The medicine won’t do anything, HA!
