My poor little boy has been suffering from reflux since the age of three weeks and no amount of medication, solid food or upright handling seems to make the slightest bit of difference. Oh, he is more comfortable these days, but the reflux is still there, lurking over our shoudlers and waiting to pounce again.
He has good days and bad days; thankfully the good days are usually more frequent than they used to be and mostly we are able to function with just a few vomiting incidences. As long as he is medicated, he is relatively mild mannered. A week or so ago it seemed like the doctor’s promises that he would grow out of it were finally coming true as we suddenly realised he hadn’t had ‘an episode’ for quite literally ages. We gleefully decided to reduce his dosage and for a couple of days we only gave him his medicine twice a day instead of the usual three. Within three days, however, he was writhing in pain, unable to sleep without waking every twenty minutes or so and vomiting like a newborn.
So, it’s back to the maximum dosage and back to square one for us. The lactose free formula that was prescribed doesn’t seem to be having any effect at all and meal times are quite frankly horrendous. My son now screams as soon as his bowl is taken from the cupboard. He refuses to taste his meals; instead he clamps his mouth shut tightly and works himself up so much that he is either sick or has tummy pains severe enough to cause the usual knees up and arching back position. We’re at the point where we truly believe he still has negative associations with food, believing that to eat is to feel pain. I secretly worry that he will develop a food phobia and we will spend the rest of our lives searching for the wonderous yet illusive food item that he will eat- and enjoy!
So at the moment, we’re on a downward turn in our battle against the reflux and we’re facing intolerance testing at the hospital soon. I’m to spend my 33rd birthday with the dietician this year. The best present she can give me is the confidence to believe that all this really will turn out alright. Who knows, maybe he will grow out of it?