When Dallin was 6 weeks old, he started throwing up almost every bottle. Dallin and I would cry most of the day as he couldn't figure out why he kept throwing up and I couldn't fix it. We went to many doctor's appointments trying to find out what was wrong. Finally the doctor figured out he had pyloric stenosis which means his pyloric muscle was growing too thick and not allowing any food to get into his intestines. His stomach would then blow up like a balloon and eventually the food came bursting out. We were refered to a fantastic pediatric surgeon who quickly got on top of things. We were sent straight to Texas Children's hospital where Dallin was hooked up to an IV. Tears and nerves continued as we watched doctors and nurses poke Dallin and put needles into him. He wasn't allowed a bottle, but eventually (after much crying) he took his pacifier and didn't let it go again. This pacifier saved us. We spent the night in the hospital, and the next day Dallin went into surgery. It was so hard for me to let them take Dallin, but our doctor kept cracking jokes to cal
m me down. Dallin was so brave and so good. The surgery lasted only 45 minutes, but it felt like forever. After 28 hours, Dallin was finally allowed a 2 oz bottle of pedialyte. He sucked that down and then was furious he couldn't have any more. We had to start very slow to make sure Dallin didn't throw up again. We fed him every two hours gradually increasing the amount until finally after 48 hours, Dallin was able to have some formula. It still wasn't much, and he still got mad when we took it away. Grandma and Grandpa came to visit us in the hospital which helped relieve Zane and me. Dallin was great though and didn't throw up again, so after spending two days in the hospital, we w
ere released to go home. Once we were home, Dallin didn't take any pain medicine. The doctor said that if he cried, he was hungry. Dallin drank so much formula that he regained his weight and then some. He is now a chunky baby in the 80th percentile for his weight (he was in the 25th when he was born.) He sure was a trooper through the whole experience!
When Dallin was 6 weeks old, he started throwing up almost every bottle. Dallin and I would cry most of the day as he couldn't figure out why he kept throwing up and I couldn't fix it. We went to many doctor's appointments trying to find out what was wrong. Finally the doctor figured out he had pyloric stenosis which means his pyloric muscle was growing too thick and not allowing any food to get into his intestines. His stomach would then blow up like a balloon and eventually the food came bursting out. We were refered to a fantastic pediatric surgeon who quickly got on top of things. We were sent straight to Texas Children's hospital where Dallin was hooked up to an IV. Tears and nerves continued as we watched doctors and nurses poke Dallin and put needles into him. He wasn't allowed a bottle, but eventually (after much crying) he took his pacifier and didn't let it go again. This pacifier saved us. We spent the night in the hospital, and the next day Dallin went into surgery. It was so hard for me to let them take Dallin, but our doctor kept cracking jokes to cal
m me down. Dallin was so brave and so good. The surgery lasted only 45 minutes, but it felt like forever. After 28 hours, Dallin was finally allowed a 2 oz bottle of pedialyte. He sucked that down and then was furious he couldn't have any more. We had to start very slow to make sure Dallin didn't throw up again. We fed him every two hours gradually increasing the amount until finally after 48 hours, Dallin was able to have some formula. It still wasn't much, and he still got mad when we took it away. Grandma and Grandpa came to visit us in the hospital which helped relieve Zane and me. Dallin was great though and didn't throw up again, so after spending two days in the hospital, we w
ere released to go home. Once we were home, Dallin didn't take any pain medicine. The doctor said that if he cried, he was hungry. Dallin drank so much formula that he regained his weight and then some. He is now a chunky baby in the 80th percentile for his weight (he was in the 25th when he was born.) He sure was a trooper through the whole experience!
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