I'd be lying if I said things have been wonderful since Emily entered the world. While she is a little piece of sunshine I have had one heck of a postpartum time. Sure, every new mother lacks sleep and is hit with a hormonal ball of emotions that leaves even the strongest momma finds herself falling apart. But... I've had an exceptional last few weeks and here's why...
First of all I have to mention PUPPPs. Its about as far from a cute and fluffy dog that you can get. What PUPPPs is is a horrible, unexplainable rash that usually appears in the third trimester for some women. The rash itches horribly... I mean HORRIBLY and spreads over a large portion of the body. Usually it disappears as soon as one gives birth, however in rare cases it persists. In even rarer cases it appears after birth... which was my case.
Hours after Emily was born I noticed a couple of red dots on my stomach, right near my belly button, but paid little attention to them. After all, I had a brand new baby to dote over. Then I came home from the hospital and the little red dots became a few more dots and those dots started to itch. Before I knew it I was unable to sleep and covered with a rash all over my calves, thighs, hips, and stomach. As I dealt with the horrors of learning and getting used to breast feeding I was simultaneously burning with a horrible itching sensation. After stumbling through a late night feeding and finally getting the baby to sleep I would then be unable to sleep myself thanks to the incessant itching.
I was miserable.
My doctor prescribed me a steroid lotion that was utterly ineffective. Mild relief was achieved by slathering the rash with an unscented oatmeal lotion about every twenty minutes. My skin had never been more moisturized, but I had never been more miserable. Researching online Finally, after copious amounts of research online in hopes of trying to figure out how long the rash would subsist (which there was no answer for after pregnancy) I discovered that many people had touted dandelion root as a cure.
Thank goodness I live in a state with an abundant amount of herbal and natural food stores. I went to the nearest health store and of course they had plenty of dandelion root in stock. The woman who found it for me actually knew of it as a remedy for PUPPPs. As soon as I came home I took a pill. The next day the rash started to go away. Five days later its completely gone.
I was in heaven and thought I could finally enjoy Emily. Just as the rash had healed I was finally getting the hang of breast feeding. Smooth sailing, I though, until she inexplicably developed an intense fussiness, especially when feeding, that was leaving me exhausted and wanting to cry.
Again... I was miserable.
The poor baby was spitting up more and more, sometimes five times a feeding. Feeding her was taking longer and longer, sometimes almost two exhausting hours and just as she would settle she would want to start all over again with another two hour feeding. While she nursed she would scream and cry in agony. Her belly would bloat up. It was clear she was in pain. I was in tears. Nothing would console her. Was it colic? Was it reflux? I had no idea...
I spent hours researching her behavior online and talking to countless friends. All the literature and advice pointed to one thing... GERD. After another week of her continued miserably long feedings, constant crying, continuous unhappiness, and sleep deprived nights I decided to visit the pediatrician. I'd already tried everything I could think of... eliminating foods from my diet, different positions for feedings, and countless other non-pharmacological methods to try and eliminate variables to her behavior. After a laying out the story to the pediatrician he informed me that she did indeed meet all the criteria for a GERD diagnosis. The solution? Medication. My poor peanut.
Now I am beginning a Zantac regimen with her that I am praying will make her feel better, thus leading to a happy baby and a happy mom. Nothing is worse than having an unhappy peanut and not being able to fix it...
|Emily, finding her thumb.|
The funny thing, when I was in the hospital the pediatrician came in to see Emily and check her over the day she was born. He raved how perfect she was and how lucky I was after such an uneventful pregnancy and birth to be blessed with a wonderful baby like her. I joked... "I am waiting for the hitch. Nothing goes so well without a hitch..." Well, my words are apparently very true!