Max has reflux. It sucks. He is 15 weeks old today, and I feel like those 15 weeks have not been as blissful as they should be, and it’s all because of reflux.
Since the very early days, Max has been on Gaviscon. It didn’t do much, and so on we went to Zantac. We saw a slight improvement for a week or two, before Max returned to a vomit machine.
So, off we went to the paediatrician. On his advice, I cut all dairy out of my diet, as he suspected Max had a cows milk protein intolerance.
This helped – less crying after feeds, less arching of the back etc. But still the sick keeps coming….
This time we get a prescription for Domperidone. I really, really HATE the idea of filling my son with drugs. He is far too small. But it has to be done.
Some improvement. Less vomit. It’s still there, don’t get me wrong. But there is less of it. I start to feel more positive…..
That is until Thursday. It’s weigh in day with the health visitor. I go in all smiles, with tales of how the Domperidone seems to be of some help.
I come out in tears.
Max has a big red ‘Failure to Thrive’ written over his growth charts. He has not put on the specified amount of weight this month.
Now, deep down I know he’s OK. Yes he is small….but he was born prematurely, he was poorly. He has reflux, and a cows milk intolerance. He is not your average baby. But he is putting on weight (albeit slowly) and he is the happiest baby you will ever meet.
He ALMOST rolls over
He is alert, bright and active.
I know all these things, and I know that he will be fine. But that ‘Failure to Thrive’? That gets to me. It sounds as though I have failed to nourish and nurture. I feel I have failed my baby.
I know deep down – I haven’t. But that feeling still stays.
|It’s not just REFLUX. It’s our LIVES. I wear my band with pride.|