Arlo is 22 weeks old today, and we had one hell of a week. His reflux came back with a vengeance early in the week. He was absolutely miserable—crying hysterically, refusing feedings, spitting up literally 20 times a day, and sleeping terribly. We took him to the doctor on Thursday, and she upped his dose of Zantac again and referred us to a specialist. We go on Wednesday, and I really, really hope this doctor is able to find an answer for my poor baby.
The increased dosage seems to be helping, but I'm still seeing lots of signs of reflux. I can't wait until we don't have to give him medicine anymore. He can't stand the stuff. He's so smart that when he sees the syringe, he knows to lock his lips. This is what we have to put our boy through 3 times a day:
|Yay! It's Daddy!|
|Daddy, you son of a--|
|WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?|
|You said you loved me, Daddy! Hmph.|
We started putting his bouncy seat in his crib at night, and he's definitely sleeping better this way. Last night, he slept from 8:30 to 5:45!
|Chillin' like a villain (and actually sleeping!).|
He's loving his jumperoo more than ever, and he's perfectly content spending an hour in it, looking out the picture window and bouncing up a storm.
|Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, bouncy.|
He's blowing raspberries like a maniac now, which is adorable and messy. He's also become very interested in faces, and one of his new favorite pastimes is trying to gouge out our eyes and rip our noses off. He actually hurts us sometimes.
|Ripping Daddy's nose off. Note Arlo's expression—he's clearly on a mission.|
He does this to Scooter as well, often yanking out fistfuls of Scooter's hair in the process, and Scooter's such a gentle boy that he puts up with it without batting an eye. That dog drives me insane, but he's so good with his little buddy. Arlo loves him. For some reason, Arlo thinks it's really funny when Danny makes Scooter "speak." Once in a while, Scooter gets lazy with his "speaks," and he'll growl instead of bark, and Arlo finds his growls especially hilarious. I don't know how we're going to teach him that growling dogs are dangerous—because his certainly isn't.
|Arlo cracking up as Scooter growls.|