So I decided to start a blog as a way to unwind and vent about the challenges and frustrations of having a baby with reflux.  I've done a lot of research online, but didn't come across too many blogs that were of this type, so I thought it might be helpful for me in getting things off my chest as well as helping others who might be struggling with the same issues.
First off, I have a BEAUTIFUL baby girl whom I love with all my heart.  She was born in September 2010 and is a blessing in my life.  I have a very supportive husband and family who are great to have around, but this blog might just be a way to spare them some of my (more or less) complaining and tears.
There are a lot of things I could start by sharing and I have no clue if anyone will even read this, but lets just say that by now (9 1/2 month old) I am REALLY sick of all the spitting up.  I would never had imagined that I would still be saying this. I feel bad that I have sometimes rushed through all the "firsts" of this year, simply hoping that it would get us past the spitting up stage and onto the fun baby stage... we started rice cereal (early) at 4 months as the doctor suggested might help to have some solid food in her tummy.  That didn't help.  I then focused in on 6 months, as I had heard that was a common time for the spitting up to decrease.  No luck.  The 7 month marker I held onto, hoping that the notes in my own baby book about spitting up stopping by 7 months old would somehow apply to my baby girl.  Not so.  8 months I had heard somewhere that most babies don't spit up after 8 months of age because they can sit on their own and crawl, and they just have grown out of it by then. Wrong-o Bubba, not my kid.  Here we are at 9 1/2 months and still no real improvements.  She is pretty mobile these days and I liken her to a snail that leaves a glistening trail of slime all over my hardwood floors...  And if I'm sick of it, I can only imagine how tired she is of this whole thing.  Tonight after her bath, I was putting her jammies on and she started to show the signs of spit up coming.  Fortunately I caught it (in my hand before it covered her pjs) and to my dismay, there was a whole o-shaped noodle from the dinner she had just eaten.  I can't imagine that was any fun coming up.  Poor thing.  I just wish there was something I could do for her to make it better.
I feel as though I'm running on empty and can't wait for this to be over.  My husband and I joked that she was going to go off to kindergarten with a bib around her neck because this was never going to end.... now, I'm not so sure how funny that really is/was...
Please feel free to comment or add your own stories.  I will definitely lend an open ear and I realize that so many people just do not understand how frustrating this whole thing is.  That's all for now.  I'm sure I'll have more to write about tomorrow...