Reflux redux

I was really, really hoping to avoid it this time. To the extent that I cut dairy from my diet the moment Hamlet's little brother, at two weeks of age, started to spit up and generally seem uncomfortable with digestion. But alas, just a few weeks after that, we started to hear milk come back up the esophagus, and from there we escalated to crankiness (his and mine), and finally vomiting (his, not mine).

Fortunately, I have a pediatrician who understands that mothers are pretty good at diagnosing disorders they've already experienced, so all it took was a phone call to have a Pepcid prescription phoned in. Which is already working; the child is back to his normal good-natured self. And that's good, because we've run up against a few issues that require cash outlays. I need to get back to work sooner rather than later, and to do that effectively, I need a happy baby!

The good news is, it looks like the blogging opportunity is going to happen - more on that soon, I hope - and clients I worked for last year are asking when my maternity leave is up. It's good to be in demand.