Missile Defense Program

On Thursday, we had a little bit of a scare when Sofian projectile vomited twice -- booth times with excellent Olympic-qualifying distance. On consulting Caring for Your Baby and Young Child (which was given to us by Parie's college chum Martha, who's a pediatrician -- it's been a fantastic reference), we found out that we should visit our pediatrician as soon as possible if this was occurring. Unfortunately, this was timed just as our doctors' office was closed for lunch, so we had an hour to ruminate and research on the Web. We got in to see Dr. Guerra a little later in the afternoon and things were much better by that point -- Sofian had taken a feeding without throwing it up and he was starting to poop again. (FYI, there's going to be a lot of talk about poop on this blog in general and specifically in this post, so prepare yourself.) He ruled out some of the more serious possibilities, but told us to be on the lookout for signs of acid reflux. Since then, we've been implementing some strategies to help minimize any reflux, such as elevating the angle of his bed a bit as well as elevating his head while feeding.

Also, the Tum-Ease (as previously noted) seems to be helping quite a bit. How much so, we learned last night the hard way. Sofian seemed to be doing very well yesterday, and thusly we didn't keep up the regularity of doseages. After going down very easily around 10pm last night, we were awakened just two hours later by a screaming baby, who was obviously in gastric distress. And he continued to awaken us between 1.5 and 2 hours the rest of the night. We finally remembered to give him some Tum-Ease at some point in the middle of the night, which started to put things right, but he still wasn't producing much in the way of poop, which was starting to worry us a bit.

I've always been dead-set against the missile defense programs put forth by our Republican leaders of the years, but now I'm starting to wonder if we need one for ourselves. On changing Sofian this morning before we roused ourselves out of bed around 9, I was happy to see that he had made a smallish deposit. I was in the midst of congratualting him when his little tushie went ballistic and sent poop flying about 3 feet (just missing Mama's slippers). He looked satisfied. As well he should have been.

So, the moral of the story is to be consistent with the Tum-Ease and raise the diaper shield during changing to prevent misfirings.