In response to how I stay sane....I wonder sometimes myself..[confused face].! I guess the truth would that I have to for their sakes, but I look back at the really hard times and realise that at times I was just going from day to day trying to stay afloat.
I remember my worst night with Natasha (DD3, who was the poorlyest with reflux). She was 12wks and had already been in hospital 4times. On her second addmittance the nurse helping me with her queried reflux which the doctor pooh poohed. She was re-addmitted twice more because of sickness and weight loss and it was still missed.
Anyway.....this one night, my DH was away (he works away) and she had been screaming pretty much nonstop for four hours. She did this most nights which we at first put down to colic, but this was real pain and she was unconsolable(sp?). I had had too much, it was the middle of the night so I had no-one to call upon for support, and this was pre-pootah days too. I put her in the middle of my bedroom floor and left her while I went downstairs to count to ten. I then went back, with 10mls of calpol for her. I knew it was too much, but I was sooo desperate to help stop her pain. It did, and she slept(for the first time in her short life it was peaceful sleep, and for longer than 2hrs). It meant that I slept too, and woke relieved for the sleep but horrified at myself for the calpol overdose.
I went straight to the doctors and for the first time they took me seriously and realised she and I needed help......which we got. The firsat thing they did was send us into hospital, where she was given a barium x-ray. It diagnosed extremely severe gastroesophical reflux disease (sp again???). From there she was given many blood tests, heart echo, ecg and eeg....and was put onto meds. It took months to get her to a decent dose, and I just remember the feelings of frustration so well. Frustration for feeling as tho I had failed her and feelings of failure because I couldn't make her better.
The pain she was in was much worse than the sickness tho, altho she did have to have many sink baths a day just to clean her up and to stop the sicky smell. And because under her chin would get so chaffed otherwise because of the constant wetness there......talc helped wonderfully for that.
Altho she was on meds, in didn't seem to help her gain weight any quicker. She was 8lb born, and yet only 15.11lb on her 1st b/day. She was still in sz 3-6mth clothes too, and she started walking at 10mths (so it obviously didn't hinder her developement otherwise) and so her very first proper pair of shoes was sz 2.....soo tiny!
Weening was hard too, but the HV help enormously as did the hospital in helping change her meds.
And now?????
She is a thriving and TALL 6yr old. She has other health problems, but she also has an immune deficiancy which complicates that. As for the reflux, yes, she still is sicky whenever she is ill, I guess she will always be as she has a loose valve, but she is happy and, most importantly, has been reflux pain-free since 12-18mths.
I must stress tho, don't let me scare you. Natasha was my worst child with reflux, and also one of the worst I came across among other mums with a reflux baby. My son Max (DS1) was also a reflux baby, but for the main he was painfree and just very sicky. He was unsettled at night but mainly because he was hungry! He was totally better by his 1st b/day.
Jacob (DS2) on the otherhand was more like Natasha sickness/weight/milk allergy wise/ growing wise.....but was pretty painfree..at least, he was'nt a screamer like her. He is now two and hes been of his meds since he was 14mths. He had no probs weaning and doesn't seem sicky at all anymore.
and...wow....I have gone on forever and so am going to go now. Hugs tho, and I am here to chat if needs be. You are not alone tho, so many many hugs...xx