Oh, the spit up! I have blogged about it before in a light hearted way. I am no longer laughing. The volume and sheer force of the spit up have increased. It's every where. It's projectile. It's all over me/Bean/hubby/floor/car/Exersaucer/dog/my hair. It's constant. I can't take it any more!
OK, venting complete. *sigh*
I love my spitty Bean.
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2 comments:
Wish there were some helpful (or hopeful) words I could offer, but the facts are: this phase is grody and it's tiresome; and it ends when it ends. So grit your teeth, plug your nose, and sop it up!
Argh! I know, I know. Doc says it will get better when Bean is walking. I got a note at daycare this week: "concerned about excessive spitting up....I'm sure you've already talked to the doctor about it...." Um, yes. "I think it's acid reflux - you can put Tagamet in her bottle." Um, no.
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