Spit-up A-thon

...or Vomitorium, as our cousin Stephanie would say.

We like to spit-up. All the time. Dr says it is reflux or GERD. Mommy was so freaked out on Wednesday night when Vladi had a spit-up fit that she called the doctor. Vladi couldn't breathe because he was choking on the spit-up. He was shaking his head back and forth and flailing his arms and legs. When he finally expelled the puke from him mouth and nose he took a few seconds before he could catch his breath - then when he did he began to scream. He was scared too.

Doctor Levine said to begin to give us rice cereal in our bottles. So now mommy mixes a teaspoon or two of rice cereal in bottles when she feeds us formula or pumped breast milk. We did this for the first time on Thursday. We seem to like it. The first night I think we both spit-up more, but it seems to be helping now. Today is Sunday and the vomitorium seems to have quelled for the moment. Phew! Choking on spit-up is not fun. It made mommy afraid to feed us before bedtime because she didn't want us to lay down after we ate.

If the rice cereal doesn't help cure us we have to go see a GI doctor. I guess they like to send babies to specialists these days - we have already been to the Cardiologist! What did they do for babies with GERD in the old days before Zantac? Mommy and daddy don't want to givce us drugs or to have to take us to anonther specialist. Hopefully the rice cereal will do the trick.

I don't think we mentioned it, but we have started to do more stuff, like make noises other than crying. Vladi has started to use the consonant "M", and now when he cries sometimes he says "Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!" which is great developmentally, but makes mommy feel sad because it sounds like he is crying out to her.

Lots of our clothes fit us now and we got some new pants. Grandma Wood bought us a pair of Calvins. Nice.

Godzilla, our cat, has become our guardian. He watches over us all the time. Daddy likes to call him "Child Services". He waits outside the bedroom door every morning and when we cry he wants to know why. He is a good guy and hasn't tried to get into our crib again since that one time in the first week.Vladimir decided that he would pray over his bottle the other day. Grandma Wood was feeding him and he began to pray "Please don't take my bottle away! Please don't let the bottle run dry..."