Today while skimming through channels before putting Holden to bed, Thomas decided to stop on the E! channel, who happened to be airing “Knocked Up” for the eleventy-billionth time this month. Man, when channels pay to air a movie they REALLY try to get their money’s worth.
For some reason, no matter how many times we’ve seen the movie (saw it for the first time in theaters when I was VERY pregnant with Holden), we end up getting sucked back into it and watch at least a good half an hour portion of it.
Anyways, that’s not my point. Once Holden was going to bed, I went to the kitchen to make Parker’s bedtime bottle.
It was then that I had an AH-HA moment, a revelation of sorts.
There’s a point on the movie where preggo is working the red carpet and interviews Steve Carrel. Nothing weird about that. He’s a celebrity, why wouldn’t he be on the red carpet?
What I didn’t put together until 30 minutes ago was that he was making a cameo with all the actos from “The 40 Year Old Virgin”- DUH!
How did I not pick up on that until tonight when i’ve seen both movies an unhealthy amount of times?
Your guess is as good as mine.
Today is just a day of revelations, because that was the stupid one of the day. Earlier, I actually had a very smart, very enlightening moment of clarity that made a lot of things make more sense- and gave me a little peace of mind. Aren’t those the best kind?
Parker has been much happier the past few days. Not squirming as much, eating most of his bottles without screaming bloody murder.. and I hadn’t been able to figure out why. His thrush is still in full effect even with his new prescription, his dosage of prilosec is still the same- and it sure as hell hadn’t been doing much before so I was completely baffled.
It wasn’t until today when I was getting his morning dose of prilosec and realizing how low on it we are that it clicked.
One plus to having already gone through this whole reflux fiasco and Holden having been on the same medication- before we got Holden’s dosage right.. he would always be happier once we got to the last few doses of his prilosec.
Prilosec is a compound medication, meaning it has to be mixed. Omeprazole (the actual medication) powder and liquid- so it has to be shaken vigorously before dispensing to mix it up so that there is equal powder in the liquid so the dosing is correct in each dose.
Somehow, no matter how much I shook that crap up, the last few doses always seemed to have a higher powder-to-liquid ratio, meaning a higher dosage of actual medicine.
Prilosec is like a mixed alcoholic drink- always stronger at the bottom no matter how much you stir the stupid thing.
There the answer was, staring me right in the face. It really is the reflux bothering him, and once we get his dosage to the right (higher) amount (which may take a few tries), he will be as happy all the time as he has been the past few days. The thrush might be playing a small part in his discomfort, but it appears that 95% of his crying is from reflux. While I had suspected that was the case all along, I didn’t really have any solid proof to back that up- and now I do.
A huge sense of relief washed over me. We have a solution in sight. He really won’t be crying all the time soon. There is an answer and a clear path to having a happy baby.
Now I dread this bottle running out and starting the new bottle because it means that until we either find the right dosage or get to the bottom of the next bottle he’s going to go right back to being miserable… which is frustrating. Still, that doesn’t really ruin the new found sense of calm I feel right now.
Though, I might change my mind come Monday when he’s screaming and squirming and refusing bottles and i’m stuck at home alone with him and Holden with no one to bail me out.
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