Where have I been? Well, in the weeds. The weeds, you say? Oh yes. The weeds of the first three months of newborn madness. And anyone who tells you that a newborn is easy … they’re taking some heavy sedatives. Now, in all fairness, I am told, by several sources that not all newborns are under 5 pounds. Not all breastfeeding moms pump like Reeboks circa 1994. Not all nuggets latch on and start screaming incessantly. Not all peanuts scream their pants off for 5 hours a day.
MMMM HMMMM…. you read that right. Tuesday was the pinnacle of our preemie’s pandemonium. 5 hours. Cinco horas. No matter what language you use, it translates the same. But in all reality, every momma has their own version of madness with a newbie.
With Adam out of town on business and me with our two munchkins, there was bound to be some insanity but add to that, incessant screaming and it’s just plain, bad news Brehms. So here’s a bit of the back story…
Jonah is on Prevacid. He takes {or rather, we administer … because he’s not just walking to the fridge on his own two feet these days} 1.3 ml, two times a day. The medicine is meant to help with his rampant reflux. And baby reflux is like a mix of heartburn, gassy gut and adult reflux. And it results in screaming fits in which Jonah’s face would match a Husker jersey and tears flow like wine {the wine I’m not drinking, because it bothers his reflux}. It’s just no bueno. But I’m told, we just gotta make it through. And we have to make sure that with each weight adjustment, Jonah’s meds are manipulated as well {and have I told you Jonah’s a chunka chunka almost 11 pounds}.
A week ago, we started to realize that we were doing the reflux ramba, the tummy two-step, the heartburn … well, you get the idea and that after a few weeks that seemed to be better… it just got worse…and got worse fast… one step forward, two steps back. Poor mr. Jonah man. With dairy and soy out of my diet {and all that other business that I posted about weeks ago}, I couldn’t put my finger on it. And then, I remembered.
Prevacid for babies is a mix of a solutab and a solution. The two things have to be compounded by the pharmacy. Following the Prevacid coming home, it must always be refrigerated. For the best efficacy, it should be administered 2 times a day, 12 hours apart and a half hour before feeding. BUT. When Barrett took the very same meds, we noticed that even though the script was meant for 4 weeks, the intended outcome seemed to be reduced. It’s like this.
I mean, sort of. Or at least, that gave me the opportunity to post Bon Jovi on BOTB. But you get the gist… it’s like Bad Medicine. But really, bad medicine is not all we need…it’s the last thing we need. So. Just like with Barrett, we’re doing two week prescriptions and after the first hairy days of Jonah readjusting to actually being on the meds again after a couple weeks on the decline, he’s presenting a much happier spirit. And let me tell you ladies, hold on to your hearts because now that I’ve seen Jonah’s smile, I can tell you, he’s going to be just as much as a heartbreaker as Mr. B.
This is not to say he’s peachy keen 100% of the time, or even 80% but I do think that I’m back to seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. And hey, at least we’ve got a great song to add to the soundtrack of J’s first days.
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