Aviana became a different baby the day of her 4th week birthday – overnight she went from Jekyll to Hyde. I have already written about how tough that week was until we learned that she might have silent reflux. Poor girl couldn’t help it and we felt helpless until we went to our pediatrician. She confirmed that the symptoms we had seen in Aviana were indeed silent reflux and that it sounded like the medication she was going to prescribe would work a treat. Aviana was prescribed Zantac (an antacid), she was weighed (a staggering 7lbs 8oz – remember she was 5lbs 1oz at birth! I apparently have super calorific -ex-pi-ali-docious milk!) and her dosage calculated because it is determined by weight, not age – which worked out at 0.6ml twice daily. We picked up the prescription and earnestly waited for the right time to administer it.
That evening Aviana slept very well, and we slept a little better. It wasn’t until two days later I noticed a new baby. Our happy baby was back. I got several smiles during the day, she slept well and ate well. She can now lie happily on her back.
She still has gas and struggles to get the poo out, waking herself up after a few hours and trying hard to let it all out (which is apparently very normal in newborns as they learn to use their bowels) – considering she is an IUGR baby, this isn’t overly surprising that she finds it particularly tough to get the poo out (she’s not constipated though). Hoping this changes soon!
Unfortunately, we have noticed the past few days when it comes close to giving her next dose you can hear the reflux gurgling away in the back of her throat and she starts to get wheezy breathing again. So back to the pediatrician again on Thursday to discuss change in dosage and frequency.
It’s all certainly manageable, but it is so tough to see Aviana cry when she is clearly in pain and there is very little I can do to help her. I discussed this with my doula yesterday – what do parents do with babies who live in countries where they don’t have access to medications like we do? Do they go insane from the psychological torture? I always wonder what our diets are doing to breast milk and the impact it has on our babies guts…