Solly’s reflux is pretty under control for the time being. He’s finally drinking full bottles of milk, and even better, he’s doing it without fighting or struggling. He has a good drink of milk and keeps on trucking. It feels like he’s finally caught up. I’ve always felt like his dose of medication wasn’t quite enough for him, and I think now that he’s gaining some more abdominal strength, he’s met the medication right where he’s needed. And its working.
Every once in a while, though, he catches me off guard. And today was one of those days.
I was feeding him on this chair when he just tossed it all. Out of nowhere, it as a complete milk waterfall. Milkfall? You know what I mean. He wasn’t upset by it at all, but it aaaaall came out. Like at least 6 oz. And this is just the chair. My jeans were covered, top to bottom, as was Solly, and his blanket. When I finally made it to my room to change my pants, I discovered my shirt was also soaked through. Because why not, right?
We don’t put Solly in his jumper anymore, but when he does things like this, I put him in it to help with his tummy. This way, he can kind of bounce his burps out.
I’ve gotta say, he LOVES this thing. It must make him feel like he’s a grown up or something. He LOVES it, which helped a lot, because he was solidly happy in there while I cleaned up the enormous mess.
How I despise reflux. I understand there can be worse things. I’m not saying reflux is the end of the world. But it is SUCH a pain in the butt.
10/10 do NOT recommend reflux for babies.