Yesterday Z had another episode of projectile vomiting, all over the new playmat Burt and Trish sent. The playmat survived, and so did Z. He seems none the worse for wear.But Z had two major geyser episodes today, the second one completely soaking my clothes. The vomit was at first white and then yellow. He's been fussy since yesterday.
We know we're getting some food in him, because he is still making a whole lot of poop. (I just emptied the Diaper Genie--um...impressive is what I'd call that there bag o' diapers.) But it's really worrying me to see all this crazy vomit.
I called the doctors' exchange three times, and I finally got a call back from the on call doctor, Dr. Bloom. It looks like overfeeding could be the cause. Turns out I may have the opposite problem of some women: super boobs that let out too much milk and totally overwhelm poor Little Z. So I'm going to either see a lactation consultant or go to this open house at Saint Joseph's Wednesday. I did not see a lactation consultant in the hospital, because everything was going along just swimmingly. But apparently I have overachieving breasts, and that could be its own problem.
The fact that we did get a meal into Z today is a good sign, so the doctor thinks the overfeeding is probably what's going on and not pyloric stenosis, which was what I was afraid of. Google diagnosing is not the best idea, really. The internet sort of sucks with all its handy information. It can just freak you out.
Jeff got Z down for a nap, and I am so glad Jeff is home today. Thursday and Friday were very tough on me, and I was just counting the minutes until Jeff came home. I hate seeing Z so fussy and unhappy, and I just can't stand watching him eject a forceful stream of vomit all over the place. So the last two days have been a bit emotionally draining. And I guess they've been literally physically draining for Z.
We have to slow down his feedings, keep him upright for about 30 minutes after each one (and this means holding our adorable little boy--what torture), and just keep an eye on him, in case the vomiting starts happening after every meal, which could mean it's something more serious--like this awful pyloric stenosis thing. Fortunately, all things more serious seem correctible. Still, I'm hoping super boobs are the culprit, as I don't even want to think something serious could ever be wrong with Little Z.
So I'm overfeeding him. I swear--Jewish mother. It doesn't matter that I've sworn off my own heritage. I'm still destined to force food on my kids. It's in my blood.
4 comments:
I don't know what's weirder: seeing that geyser come out of the kid's mouth or seeing his completely placid expression before, during and after the event.
Seriously, you wouldn't think there was room in that tiny package.
In the good news department, Zack no longer freaks out when you change his diaper. Either he understands that it's not fiendish torture or he's starting to enjoy getting nekkid, or both.
Vomit is freaky from those little bodies that is for sure.
Both my kids were "spitters" if you will, but not to the geyser level, I'm sure that is scary.
Hang in there Julie, you are doing a wonderful job!
Thanks, dcd. I had a real meltdown about this today and ended up crying a lot. Your bro is a good guy and just let me go for a while. I think this "vigorous let down" problem is not that unusual. Tonight I took Z off the boob every 5-7 minutes and burped him. Then I sat him upright after the feeding and watched him doze off. Then when he asked for more, I put the pacifier in his mouth instead, and he fell asleep. So I guess I'm learning what he really needs is not what he thinks he needs. Because he's a baby, for crying out loud.
I think the whole horrible night in the hospital, when we couldn't feed him enough, left me a little traumatized. So I was happy I could give him as much as he wanted. Only he started getting too much!
Yeah - I feel you. There is just so much guessing in the beginning and that can be so unnerving. Sounds like you are moving in the right direction though. Don't worry about the tears, we have all been there in one way or another!
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