My first Valentine’s Day as a Mum
started off very interestingly.
If I’m completely honest, I totally
forgot that Valentine’s Day was coming up. Since AJ’s birth, my days have all
kind of blurred together and I’ve only looked at a calendar when I needed to
know a date for some paperwork. So I didn’t know that it was Valentine’s Day
until I came downstairs at 8am to feed AJ and was scrolling through Facebook. I
didn’t feel bad that I forgot. T and I don’t really do Valentine’s Day. I’m not
one for flowers, I prefer to get a plant than cut flowers, and neither of us
really feel like going out and doing things.
As I scrolled through Facebook, my
sleep-deprived brain forgot about the day before and the vomit filled day we
had had. For the past week or so I had been noticing symptoms from AJ that made
me suspect that she had a mild form of reflux. Not bad enough to disrupt her
sleep but enough that if we didn’t do certain things during her feed it would
result in her bringing up part of it. However, if we broke up her bottle and
burped her multiple times during it, then kept her upright for 20-30 minutes
afterward the vomiting wouldn’t occur. We may have to contend with some spit
up but she would look a portion of her meal.
