A week ago little miss Emily was diagnosed with severe GERD. It made sense. She was crying -- read as screaming-- every time she nursed. We were both absolutely miserable and tired. Most upsetting was how much pain and discomfort Emily was in. I tried everything under the sun, even eliminating all my favorite foods to see if my diet was causing her trouble, but nothing made things better so I finally called my pediatrician. Before I knew it I was heading home with a prescription for Zantac for Emily with the hopes of the medicine solving her problems.
Give it a few days... the pediatrician cautioned me.
I, already worn out and weary, could only think of the three or four days ahead before the medicine would have an effect and any noticeable change could be detected. Three days seemed like an eternity, but I had to tell myself that I had already gone through three weeks of this... what was three more days?
As it turns out, I didn't have to wait long...
Almost as suddenly as her screaming while eating had begun when she was just days old it ended. She began eating better and the two hour nursing sessions were no more. The best part was that she began to have periods of time where she was awake and content, something that had never happened before. Just to see her looking around and taking the world in rather than screaming in pain filled my heart with happiness. She continues to be more awake and more alert everyday and I swear she is just days away from her first real smile.
So, her GERD has dramatically improved and that makes me a happy mom.
But, there are a couple of things that, lately, make me an unhappy mom. Its not the lack of sleep that I am still coping with. Its not the exhaustion. It has to do with nursing and the opinions I'm encountering surrounding it. I plan on delving into that more in a separate post, but I have to go dig out my soap box and dust it off first.