
Oh sweet little Ezrah. As most of you know, Ezrah has been a really good baby for us. He's fairly happy (most of the time), he sleeps through the night, he smiles a lot, and isn't overly cranky for a newborn. So, this past week when he became very agitated, and fussy (constantly) I knew something wasn't right. I called my midwife, who thought maybe he was having a bout of Colic. So I tried to rest assure that, that was the only issue, however, I was seriously wrong. A few days went by, and his crying got worse, especially while nursing, and for at least a half hour after each feeding. It became so bad that one day he just stopped nursing all together, the poor thing wanted nothing to do with his nursey time. It was then that I started to panic a little because now he wasn't eating, and he didn't seem to care that he wasn't eating, in fact, he was happier not eating, he was sleeping better, and overall just happier. Obviously this was something to be VERY worried about. I called my midwife again, and she was pretty worried as well. We scheduled an appointment, but she didn't have testing available in her office so unfortunately I had to get referred to a typical Pediatric doctor. Thankfully they were able to see Ezrah right away, so off we went. Once I got into the office I immediately remembered WHY we see a Natural Path, and have a Midwife... this doctors office felt like a hospital prison, and I was ready to leave the second I entered those 2 front doors. The receptionist had to take our insurance information, which is completely underrated. The lady literally had her computer screen in front of her face the entire time she talked to me, it was like talking to the wall!
And I thought that was annoying, then came the male nurse, who obviously had no clue what he was doing. Now, if you a mommy, then you can relate to the "well" baby checks in a regular pediatric doctors office... now tell me, don't they weigh your baby with their clothes OFF? At least this is what my midwife does in order to get an accurate weight. Well this guy hadn't a clue because even after asking if I should take off Ezrah's clothes, he said "naw, we dont need to" Umm, okay mister, then how will we know what he weighs? When the bone head left the room I took it upon myself to weigh Ezrah naked, and it was then that I realized my little man had lost 5oz in just a day. When the Doctor came in I wanted to tell him of all the details about Ezrah, but instead he insisted that he knew what was wrong, and wanted to immediately prescribe a medication. I was NOT satisfied. I literally had to demand that he examine Ezrah in order to rule out all other issues. I think it's safe to say at this point that my blood was boiling. I kept telling myself "this is the last time I ever come here, ever again" Anyways.... as mad as I was, and as rude as everyone seemed, I was VERY HAPPY I brought him in for testing. It turns out that our little guy has a severe case of Acid Reflux:-( I felt terrible for not realizing this sooner. We ended up having to use a pharmaceutical medications to cure his reflux. I didn't really have a choice at this point. They told me it would take at least 24 hours to see good results and a change in Ezrah. I gave him his first dose the second we left the pharmacy. I drove home, he slept for about 4 hours, and then I gave him a second dose (as prescribed) well, it was then that I noticed a VERY notable change. He wanted to nurse, and he was HUNGRY... he nursed for the first time in a while without getting cranky, he was pain free! I was relieved. Apparently he really does have acid reflux. Now he is happy, and has gained his weight back, thankfully. He's doing well, and is a healthy 10lbs 1oz as of yesterday. Hopefully he will be able to discontinue the medication within 3-8 weeks, depending on how long it takes for him little tummy to heal. So, as much as I hate pharmaceutical medications, I do believe that sometimes, sometimes they are good, and necessary. I just wish Doctors didn't try and hand it out like candy to every baby who walks through their doors.
