It has been quite a whirlwind these last six weeks. What with all the breastfeeding problems, the fact that Millar wouldn’t be put down at all to begin with, and the complete and utterly overwhelming and all consuming nature of being the mother of a newborn baby, we’ve had good and bad days.
The doctor wanted to try Millar on a different kind of formula – one that has the cows milk proteins broken down more. We were trying to see if it made any difference to his reflux symptoms. But having been on it for a few days, he now has been hideously constipated for that whole time. Today has been dreadful – he’s squealing in pain and if he’s awake, he’s screaming. I’ve tried lots of old wives’ tales – cool boiled water, brown sugar in water, gripe water, a warm bath, tummy massage… You name it. But it’s so hard when your baby is screaming in pain and you don’t know how to help him.
I haven’t wanted to take him out today as it’s so horrible when he screams like that in public. It’s so stressful and upsetting. I know it will get better, but it’s hard to see how. I’ve put him back on the formula he was on before as I don’t think the Pepti 1 was making enough of a difference to make this worthwhile.
But send lots of free-flowing poo thoughts our way as poor little Millar’s tummy really needs them.