The bright side to days like this

Poor D! We had a medication malfunction today. Not really a big deal in the long run, but it sucks for her and she definitely paid the consequences.

D is currently on Zantac 2x a day (morning and night) and Prevacid once daily (night). i make up the bottles, including the medication bottles, each night, and usually i do something really obvious to differentiate the Zantac bottles from the Prevacid bottle. i'll put them in different types of bottle, or put rubber bands of different colors on the lids, or something like that Last night i put lids on 2 bottles and no lid on one bottle, specifically because we didn't have enough lids for the 5 daycare bottles and the 3 medication bottles. i put one Zantac bottle (lid) off to the left and the other 2 bottles together on the right, thinking it would be obvious that they were grouped morning and night. Plus the lid thing...

Alan gets up with D after i leave for work in the mornings, and gives her morning Zantac. But when i got home, both bottles in the fridge had lids. He'd given the Prevacid early, and no Zantac in the morning. i couldn't give her 2 doses of Zantac, so i just gave her one. And what a difference one dose makes!

All the issues we'd been having over the last couple of months that had gotten so much better in the last couple of weeks returned with a vengeance tonight. Poor D cried, screamed really, for over an hour tonight and just couldn't be comforted. She was hungry, but the bottle hurt her. i added so much cereal that she couldn't get it out of the nipple (even after changing to a big fat holed nipple), and it still didn't help. She just screamed and screamed, and i sang as loud as i could to try to calm her, calm myself, etc.

She's currently conked out on the changing pad. It's her bedtime, but i know that she's several ounces short of a full day's food and i risk having her fall wake multiple times in the middle of the night. i woke for the day this morning with her at 4:30 am, and i really don't want a repeat, nor do i want Alan to have to suffer. He probably already suffered enough at my rude text message (sorry, sweetie!). And my throat started hurting this afternoon and i'm afraid i'm going to get sick again. The problem with having a compromised immune system and an infant in daycare is that i'm going to get all of her sniffles, even the ones she never really gets. Sigh.

So, back to the subject of this blog post. The good news about this horrible evening is that i now am totally confident that those previous issues were, in fact, due to reflux and not just some baby "witching hour" or fighting bedtime or a preview of her teenage years lol. There may be some of that mixed in, but clearly the bulk of it is the reflux. Poor, poor baby D!