We'd been having such beautiful days. Olive was sleeping huge stretches at night (6 - 7 hours! Boy, my breasts were angry) and having happy, interactive days with minimal witching hours. We spent almost a week in CA and she was a total charmer with hordes of relatives. She traveled on four planes exceptionally well (even during the last flight, which coincided with witching hour - she was consolable). However, my never-spitty baby started to spit up a little, randomly - not necessarily right after burping. (Though, as you may remember, I was cavalier about her lack of need for burping, even side-lying, and would often just skip it.)
Cue to yesterday. At noon, after luxuriously chatting, smiling and feeding, we made our way downstairs (we'd just gotten in at 3 AM) to start our day. Spit-up. Lots. It felt kinda like puke, since I'd never experienced the quantity or stomach convulsions with spit-up. It made her pretty upset, too, but that might have been because she got all warm and wet and sticky. Strangely enough, I kinda dismissed it, thinking that she must have just eaten more than usual and was still adjusting to being home, etc.
This happened (with lessened severity, except for one time) about five or six times throughout the day. I wasn't concerned until later in the day, when DH got home and witnessed it. She fed pretty well, but seemed sleepy, although she had her nice stretches of wakefulness (without the broad grins that usually happen).
When we were climbing into bed and she did it again, -so much-, and it was bright yellow at the end, I panicked. I googled, freaked myself out over pyloric stenosis, and called my mom for advice. She answered on the second try, despite it being 1 AM, and mentioned the hospital even before I said it. (She'd been having some crazy UTI & gout pain while were were in CA, so apparently it had worsened and she was simultaneously contemplating the ER for herself!) So we went - O, DH and me - and met my parents at the hospital.
Looong story short, doc said she's overeating. I guess that IS possible with breastfeeding? (Doc was a huge formula pusher. She also suggested giving her pedialyte just "as a measurable liquid", and I countered by telling her I brought my pump, so why don't I just give her some measurable breastmilk. My gut was all about not supplementing with -anything-. Total mama bear.)
We've been in the clear since last night's pre-ER throw-ups. I'm temporarily being religious about not letting her drink for long (averaging 5 min at a time; she's efficient so that's almost a full feeding), burping her even though I hate patting her and it's not usually productive, and keeping her upright for an hour after any food. She doesn't want to be worn right now, and she's been miserable all night and all day. No morning smiles. She wakes herself up crying with pain.
Part of me wonders if maybe it's a bug from travel, though I'd probably be feeling it too, right? And it could just be a matter of her adjusting her little body to the new post-growth-spurt BM amounts. Either way, I'm paying special attention to her eating, even though that deprives us both of some of the pleasures of nursing.
Is this what you all have experienced with your spitty babies? If so, I have grossly underestimated you. This is hell. I just hate to see her so sad!
Zombie mommy. Trying to rally some Instagram support at 4 AM.