Ok, I think I’m getting it now: telling people about my problems can actually help. Huh. Who knew?

Thank you thank you thank you to you all for your kind comments. It’s so reassuring to know that I’m not the only one on earth going through this. I know that this is a phase, but sometimes, when you’re in the ‘thick’ of the screaming and the feeding and the changing, you wonder what happened to your life. You know what’s ridiculous? My sister, Bee, had almost exactly the same experience with her little girl, and I didn’t even talk to her about it.

The check-up at the paediatrician was good. Jonah is the picture of health except for reflux, just as I’d suspected. He has different medicine to take now and it seems to be helping a bit. Apparently, the vomiting will continue until his stomach is more mature, but the discomfort should ease with the medication.

On that subject: I now spend half my day preparing Jonah’s medication. The genius who thought this up should be shot. It comes in 10mg tablets. I have to break the tablet in half, dissolve one half in 5ml of water and give 4ml to Jonah, twice a day. It sounds simple, but you should try it someday – it takes a sterilizing container, sterilizing solution, cooled boiled water, a medicine spoon, a syringe and a medicine ‘bottle’ for Jonah to drink from. Preparing the dosage takes forever and Jonah spits half of it out because it tastes disgusting. Parenting rocks sometimes, doesn’t it?

Jonah’s stirring, so I should stop. Coming soon: Hannah’s first ballet school experience.