Debbie and Steve Stark spent last weekend with us, and we had a great time. Debbie and Steve (mainly Deb, the baby hog :) held Noah when he wasn't eating so I was able to spend some time in the kitchen cooking, which I really enjoyed. We also captured some excellent photos of Noah with his Nana and Papa down on the Arch grounds.
Who new that 6.5 hours of sleep could do so much for a person. Noah slept for 6.5 hours last night. Granted, he was in his car seat and had been screaming for two hours before he finally fell asleep, but those two hours were so worth the 6.5 hours of sleep. I feel like a new woman! Did I mention that I slept for 6.5 hours last night? If only this were the beginning of a beautiful pattern, but I'm afraid he's fighting sleep as I write. It's his daddy's turn however; therefore, I'm catching up on the blog.
The doc diagnosed Noah with acid reflux this week. He prescribed some meds for him, and I've been advised to keep him upright for 20-30 minutes after he eats. This is hardest in the middle of the night, but it definitely seems to help him not spit up so much. Nights seems to be the most difficult for him. I hate it that it hurts him to eat. It's like around 7pm he gets hungry, I begin to feed him, and then he pulls off because of the reflux. I then soothe him, he begins to root again, so I put him back on, and the same thing happens all over. I know he's hungry, but it's as if it hurts him to eat. I know that this reflux is common, so does anyone have any advice?
This weekend Sarah is coming, and Noah can't wait to meet her! His future BFF waits and grows patiently in her belly.