Ok.  I have officially had my first physically taxing night with a baby.

Sunday afternoon, I could tell Jack didn’t feel well.  He would whine, doze for a few mintes, whine again, eat restlessly, and whine some more. 

Then at 6 pm the crying started in earnest.  Nothing we could do would console him!

By 8 pm (and the start of the basketball championship my hubby has been so enthused over), we were beginning to get frustrated - so off we went to my parents to enlist their wonderful grandparently help.

(Thank God for grandparents who have already “been there, done that”, right?!)

For the next 4 hours, we all took turns walking the floor trying to console my poor baby.  He didn’t have a fever, but we could tell he was definately in pain.  The only thing we could think though was that his stomach was hurting him, and since he had not had a BM since 11 am that morning, we thought he may be “stopped up”.

Come midnight, the time when Jack has usually completely passed out for the night, he was still awake and crying.  He would sleep for a few minutes, wake, cry, eat, spit up, cry, cry, sleep, wake, cry…(rinse and repeat).  Nothing seemed to console him. 

So, since Kevin had to leave for work by 5:30 am, my mom suggested that I just stay with them and let Kevin go home for some (peaceful) sleep.  Great suggestion!  I didn’t really want to leave my parents house anyway and face lonely hours of trying to console my poor baby by myself.

By 3 am, Jack finally wore himself out and fell asleep by me on the couch.  Only waking to nurse 2-3 times he managed to sleep nicely until 10:30 am!  I didn’t get much rest but I felt relieved that he finally was resting. 

A call to his pediatrician today told us that it most likely wasn’t his bowels (breastfed babies have been known to go for a week without a BM because there is very little waste), but the unconsolable crying had them concerned. 

So an appointment was squeezed in for us and off we (my parents, Jack, and I) went to the doctor’s office.

After a full examination and consultation, Dr. Susan determined that my sweet little baby was having a bad case of reflux (aka. heartburn, indigestion).  He was sent home with a prescription for Zantac for reflux and Malox for his stomach, and instructions for both. 

Now mind you, I am quite fearful of medicine where my baby is concerned.  I never was concerned for myself, but once I became pregnant I developed an unholy fear of medicine!  But as bad as Jack was, I knew of nothing else to do but fill his first prescription and pray that God will protect him and use the medicine to calm whatever was hurting him.

Since leaving the Doctor’s office today, Jack has now taken one dose each of both the Zantac (4 pm) and Malox (8 pm).  The Zantac seems to be a miracle drug of sorts!  It has done wonders in calming him and letting him catch up on his sleep.  The Malox, however, didn’t seem to do anything for him.  Shortly after taking the Malox, he nursed and then promptly spit right back up (twice) - which caused an hour long off / on crying fit.

He  just received his final dose of today’s Zantac at midnight tonight and that calmed him down once more and he is currently snoozing soundly in the crook of my curled up legs as I type on my laptop computer here in the living room.

Whew.

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