This blog is about the young life of Ian as told by his mother.
On Tuesday Ian had his six month check up. He weighs 19lbs 11 oz, and is 27 1/4 inches long. He had three shots, and did relatively well with them. The dr. was not concerned about his lack of rolling over and was amused by his head shaking (no) when she took away his book.
This weekend I took my first trip with Ian. We went and stayed overnight at Aunt Melissa and Uncle John's shore house. We had fun. Saturday night he was a doll, and even stayed up until 8:00pm with no protesting. Things began to slide slowly downhill in terms of the crankiness factor from there. I personally had a good time though. I learned how to play Mah-Jong (the real way, not the computer way) and how to say "Hello little red one" in Japanese. I ate some Johnson's Carmel Corn (drool. so. good.) and drank some wine. I talked with adults. However, all good things must come to an end, and they quickly did on the drive home where Ian screamed his head off for 61 minutes. Ick.
Dear Ian,
Today we went to St. Christopher's to see the pediatric GI. The drive was uneventful, Ian slept the whole way there. The waiting gave me plenty of time to reflect on exactly how tired I was (1.5 hours of staring at the wall and walking with a cranky baby will do that too you). The Dr. was very nice. Young. She spent a good deal of time with us, which was good, considering the amount of time we waited. She basically felt that reflux was a "piece of the puzzle" in terms of his crankiness and irritability. She mentioned personality as one of the other pieces, but I quickly gave her a look, that was probably not the nicest look I have ever given someone. The end result of the visit is this:
So the saga of the reflux continues. Yesterday was not a great day. My poor baby was very uncomfortable, crying, arching is back, not eating, etc. I did some Internet research and found a website called MARCI-Kids (Midwest Acid Reflux Children's Institute). One this site was some research that indicated that Ian was being seriously under dosed in terms of his Prevacid (and his Zantac as well). Upon doing more reading, I began to find out more information. The more I read, the more I knew that we had to go to see a Pediatric GI and get this under control. So today, after many phone calls, Ian got his Prevacid dosage increase and an appointment with a specialist on Thursday. Today was a much better day, we gave him the new dose of Prevacid and gave him three doses of Mylanta (1/3 tsp). He was a totally different baby. I'm hoping tomorrow brings good results as well.
This blog is about the young life of Ian as told by his mother.