Edie has quite a bit of gas, which Jeff and I both find pretty entertaining. She's earned the nicknames Gassy McSassy and Toots around the house. The problem is that some of the gas seems to cause her pain. She strains and arches her back while whimpering or crying for a minute and then a toot will fly out and she'll calm right back down. When she's unsuccessful at excavating that toot, she flips out a little. Oh, and she's started a nightly habit of barfing up half her dinner around bedtime (usually a full hour or so after eating). Which of course freaks me out, because she'll just be laying there sleeping and then all of a sudden she's gagging and I'm envisioning her choking on her vomit a la Janis Joplin while I rush to her side to get her upright so she can spit up all over my pajamas. Then the barfing freaks her out and she's inconsolable for about an hour. Like I said, rough.
Last night we did the whimper-toot-cry-barf-cry-scream-dance from 11:30pm until about 1:45am. During this time, all of the Happiest Baby on the Block tricks were pulled out, all of which would work for a few minutes, but that was all. The one trick from HBotB that she consistently seems to like is rocking out to radio station 87.5. 87.5 is complete static and she likes to listen to it loud. Last night we finally put the clock radio on 87.5 right next to her co-sleeper and we all passed out around 1:45am with this going. Ironically, she then proceeded to sleep like a champ from 2am until 6am, at which time she fed without fuss and then fell back asleep pretty painlessly and slept again until 10am. Last night I was sure she had acid reflux, but now after such a good night and morning, I'm left wondering if I was just overreacting. To call the pediatrician or not to call, that is the question. I have a feeling I'm going to be asking that question a lot this first month or so.
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so basically she made sure ya'll were madly in love with her and then decided to start raisin' hell after you were suckered in. ;)
Oh life with child... remember these days when she's all sweet and what not at 12 and then the next thing you know she's 16 slamming her door in your face and trying to steal the car keys. (Hopefully by then you actually have a car she can steal the car keys to).
I confess that I had to cover my mouth not to laugh too loud when I read about the whimper-toot-cry-barf-cry-scream-dance. I then felt a bit guilty since those dance moves are keeping you guys up late at night and not allowing for the peaceful sleep that once was...
I never thought I'd be professing my love for someone who whimpers/toots/barfs/cries/screams (especially all in one go). But there you have it. Sweet Miss EDB.
Gassy McSassy! I love it.
We had a night where Emmi didn't go down until 4:15 am. It was awful. She had bad gas too. Since we were supplementing we talked to the pediatrician and they changed her formula from Enfamil to Good Start and OH MY GOODNESS it was like night and day - the gas is closer to 25% instead of the 100% gas 100% of the time.
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