We took the munchkin to the doctor today. We're still convinced that he was experiencing some nasty acid reflux, but by changing the way we hold him while we feed him, burping him less forcefully, etc, we seem to have that mostly under control. In the meantime, the poor kid spent a few days with nasty reflux where every time we laid him on his back he'd start feeling pain, so even now that his reflux isn't actually bugging him (you can tell by the expression on his face that he's actually not in pain any more, he's just annoyed) he still equates laying on his back with being in pain and so he starts yelling.
So, yeah. The doctor looked him over in great detail and is convinced that the munchkin is perfectly fine. He can't find anything wrong with him, hard as he tries. So his advice is to start letting the munchkin scream for a while, hopefully he'll figure out that he's actually not hurting when he's on his back and will get over it, and Andrea and I will actually be able to sleep again some day.
Sleep = happy... zzzz...
Oh, and he got weighed again. Any guesses at his weight? Come on, guess. Go ahead. I'll wait.
You ready?
OK. Remember, he was born at 7lbs, was down to 6lbs 15oz when we took him home, was back up to 7lbs 10oz last Monday. Want a minute to adjust your guess? That's OK, no problem, take your time.
He's up to 8lbs 14oz.
No wonder he's feeling so ridiculously heavy.
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