For those of you who aren't already aware, Gabe has been struggling with reflux - especially over the course of the last couple of weeks. We have had some good days and some bad although the good days seem to be coming fewer and farther between as time goes on, and the bad days getting harder. My heart aches to know he is in pain. Over the past three days he has spit up almost everything he consumed. On a good note though, after some help from his doctor and a lot of diligence at home he did gain a little between his four week checkup last Thursday and his follow up appointment on Monday. He is still a tiny (for his age) six pounds, fifteen ounces, but it's an improvement, and we're hoping his medicine will start helping soon.
In the mean time we're having to supplement with formula a little in order to try and grow his stomach, and I'm having some troubles accepting that but ultimately know it is what's best in the long run. I am optimistic that he will do just fine in time, but right now we're in work mode, just trying to figure it all out and make him feel better.
All that aside, he is doing well, smiling at us every day, and I'm eating up every moment with him, appreciating being home with him during the day for just as long as I can. Thomas is too, because this is his school vacation week, and he really is my big little helper.