Once upon a time in a far away place ( OK.. not so far away!) there was a Small mountain. It was not very big. It was the baby mountain. All it did was eat and sleep and poop.( Oh and cry... and did we mention cry and make noises.) Then one day the village people ( yes, the REAL village people) Realized that this volcano was going to erupt... and boy did it. Grayson has reflux. Badly. The other day as we were trying to get the right meds in his body he literally cried all day. It made me so sad. Dallas was in New York, Ty was as good as he could be, but poor Baby was so sad.
It seems we have it under control. He is on 2 meds, zantac and prevacid, 2 times a day. It has stopped the crying after the vomit but not the vomit. He pukes a lot. Like just tip him over and let the puke roll off the bib amount.
He is doing great otherwise. I just wish I could fix the other stuff.
The volcano now just erupts.... with no burning acid... Just STUFF!
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My oldest had it horribly when he was born. I mean projectile across the room vomiting that scared even me.
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