Blessed Moby

At three weeks when Owen started to increase his eating, reflux reared its ugly head. Our poor little baby started throwing up bright yellow spit up, from the end of one feeding until the next one started. Sometimes projectile, always out his nose and every time he would cry in pain. Todd put his bassinet at an angle, but most nights he could only tolerate sleeping on my chest in the recliner. We went to the doctor and started him on some medicine, which only made a small dent in the symptoms. Owen would tolerate a modified upright cradle hold with Todd, but during those very colicky days, the Moby was a saving grace for him and I. When Todd went back to work and we weren't able to switch back and forth on keeping him upright in our arms, I would wrap Owen in the Moby and we would walk the floors of the house until he fell asleep. We spent a lot of time standing in the kitchen next to the vent fan for white noise, Owen sleeping and me reading a book. Those 6 weeks were really tough; it was heart wrenching to have him cry and be in pain and not be able to help him feel better. A switch to a different medicine at 2 months helped, but the Moby was my lifeline to keep both of us from spending the day crying!