Yesterday was my first Valentine's Day as a wife and mother. Last year, C and I celebrated alone as an engaged couple. This year, we didn't really celebrate because our precious Baby O was in so much pain.
Baby O was diagnosed with acid reflux aka the devil about 3-4 weeks ago. The doctor doesn't want to medicate her because of possible side effects and because Baby O is gaining weight better than ever.
A week or two after the baby's diagnosis, the devil was rearing it's ugly head so bad that I called the doc because something needed to be done. He recommended thickening Baby O's formula with rice cereal so that she wouldn't spit up as frequently. I was hesitant, but something had to be done due to my baby's discomfort. Lo and behold the rice cereal worked and Baby O actually liked it.
My mom and mothers of other refluxy babies recommended I try Enfamil AR (formula with added rice starch) to help with the devil. It sounded convenient so I waited till I was out of rice cereal to buy a can. We started using it last Wednesday or Thursday and Baby O seemed to like it. We didn't have any problems till I realized yesterday that Baby O hadn't pooped since Friday. WTF?!?!?!
Shortly after I realized my baby hadn't pooped in days, the screaming began. I mean blood-curdling, I-think-someone-is-trying-to-kill-me-slowly-with-a-dull-knife type screaming. The look on Baby O's face was so pitiful and I felt so helpless. She was screaming from constipation. Apparently the new formula had a very bad effect on my little one's digestive system.
So our first Valentine's Day as a family was spent with my child screaming bloody murder and C and I trying to make her comfortable and unconstipated. How romantic.
Thankfully Baby O is all better today, but she's spitting up more. I think I'll just deal with the spit up and stop trying to remedy the devil with formula changes.
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