Don’t let that smile fool ‘ya — that’s just gas! And if anything, our poor little Wes had one “crabby” day, most likely due to the second round of Hep B vaccine he received at his 1 month check-up today.
I’m sure the constant up-chuck issues we have had of late aren’t helping the little guy either. I guess it’s the norm for many babies to suffer from reflux, but my, I’m looking forward to formula not dripping down my shirt after every feed, practically (at least I haven’t been at the receiving end of the projectile vomiting, as Craig’s been).
I’ve had my suspicions that what’s been ailing Wes was in fact reflux, more so than just plain gas or general fussiness, and the pediatrician seems to confirm this. We’re going with just a change of formula for now — no meds yet or invasive testing, thank goodness! And this may be the sort of thing that he just plain outgrows, but let’s face it: my boy’s gastrointestinal deck of cards is stacked against him. Pyloric stenosis runs in Craig’s family, and I spent my first 7 months of life sleeping upright thanks to a congenital issue where the opening of my esophagus into the stomach wouldn’t shut (oh how much fun those 7 months must have been for my poor mother…).
The good news is our little chunker is otherwise thriving. At one month, he checks in at 11 lbs. 2 oz. and 23.25 inches. That puts him in the 75th percentile for weight and the 90th percentile for length: no wonder his “Newborn” pj’s no longer fit!