January 6, 2017
Reflux, you have caused immeasurable pain. You brought discomfort to my precious baby boy, my joyful little sunshine. Unbeknownst to anyone, you transformed him into the “fussy baby,” “the challenging infant,” and “the screamer.” Only I could see the cheerful child trapped behind his arching back and piercing cries. Only I truly understood.
Truthfully, there were days when my affection for my little miracle wavered. After endless hours of crying, soothing, bouncing, and cleaning up spit-up, my capacity for joy was diminished. The tender moments between mother and baby were overshadowed by what felt like a battlefield of tears. My sweet baby was fighting for breath, nourishment, and rest—all because of you.
Reflux, you robbed us of so many precious moments.
You are responsible for our sleepless nights. When dusk fell, my partner and I would lace up our shoes, prepared for the chaos that awaited us. Our little one would begin to squirm and fuss, escalating into full-blown wails. There was no amount of shushing or rocking that could quell the storm you unleashed upon our lives each night.
During daylight hours, I could manage the crying as long as I held him close. But once night arrived, the grip I had on the situation slipped away, and your full force engulfed us. How many evenings did we find ourselves pacing the yard with our screaming baby? Hour after hour, we walked. Why? Because it seemed to offer a momentary reprieve. It gave us purpose when we felt utterly helpless.
There were too many nights when I finally stopped to weep while holding my wailing child. He screamed until every ounce of energy left him, and he finally succumbed to a restless sleep. Yet, even then, there was no solace for the weary. He would cough, choke, and cry in his sleep. The only way he could find comfort was resting on my chest as I sat upright in bed. For months, we all lived in a state of exhaustion. I am so incredibly tired.
Reflux, you made me feel utterly isolated. I felt confined within my own home. Where could I escape? My baby cried no matter where we went—whether in the car, at the grocery store, or even at the doctor’s office. The only person who could soothe him was me. I couldn’t even leave for work without him crying incessantly. So, I stopped going out. I became a prisoner to my own circumstances.
When I tried to share our struggles, few truly grasped the depth of the situation. Well-meaning comments felt like daggers. I grew weary of hearing phrases like “this is just a phase” or “it’s worth it for such a beautiful child.” I felt so utterly alone.
Even when I ventured out to socialize, I often envied the other new mothers, who seemed to cradle their blissful, cooing babies. Regret washed over me, and I felt guilty for wishing for a different experience. I was her sole advocate, yet I sometimes wished to trade her in for a quieter baby.
Reflux, you attempted to sabotage my year, my baby’s infancy, and even my marriage. You underestimated our strength. You thought you could defeat us. But today marks a turning point; we stand on the threshold of a life free from your grasp. The light at the end of the tunnel is growing brighter.
Yet, your impact runs deep. The third child I once envisioned will remain a dream unfulfilled. My partner and I can’t fathom enduring another year of your torment. That burden is too great to bear. But that’s alright; my family is beautiful as it is.
My little boy, once a screaming bundle of distress, is beginning to flourish. He is radiant, undeniably charming, and healthy. His spirit warms my heart, and I hope he carries that resilience throughout his life. Reflux, you tried to break him, and you tried to break me.
But you didn’t succeed. Instead, I grew stronger. I learned to fight through the worry and fatigue. I became an advocate for my child. “No” was not an acceptable response. We consulted multiple doctors until we finally found the answers we were seeking. I read extensively, conducted research, and armed myself with knowledge. This battle was one I could not afford to lose.
When I felt I could no longer march forward, I found the strength to take a hundred more steps. With time, medication, a frenectomy, and the guidance of a certified sleep consultant, we are beginning to thrive.
Now, laughter fills our home more often than cries. We have even started weaning off some of the medication. We have experienced nights of uninterrupted sleep, and we are reaching milestones that once felt out of reach. We have survived. While I still flinch at every cry and experience anxiety at the slightest hiccup, we are now looking ahead. So, from the depths of my heart: Reflux, you will not define us.
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In summary, reflux can be a daunting adversary for new parents, but through resilience, advocacy, and the right support, it is possible to emerge stronger and find joy in the parenting journey.
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