Baby Girl has been having some reflux issues for the past two or three weeks. She has thrown up during the night twice, she complains about feeling nauseous sometimes after eating or drinking, and she has dry heaved after some of her meals. I had scheduled an appointment with her pediatrician for next week, and the reflux stuff was in full swing on Wednesday. She woke up around midnight and threw up once, and we got her cleaned up and back to sleep in our bed quickly. She dry heaved a little after breakfast that morning, but nothing came out and she seemed fine otherwise, so I took her to school.
BG cried about going to school again, which is par for the course. It didn’t help matters at all when we got to the school and the principal wasn’t out there with his dog. (The dog cuddles make her perk up a lot and then she goes into the building without issue.) She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the dog was missing and nearly had a meltdown. We sat on a bench outside for a while until she calmed down enough to go to class.
The school nurse called around 11:30 saying that BG was throwing up. The nurse said that BG told her she had thrown up that morning, “yet you brought her to school anyway.” I told her that I’d come get her, but tried to explain about her reflux issues, which she wasn’t having. I understand how frustrating it has to be when parents knowingly bring their kids to school sick and get everyone else sick, but that wasn’t the case. I should’ve messaged her teacher about it, though, so that’s on me.
When I got to the school, the nurse brought out BG. She said that BG told her teacher she felt nauseous, so her teacher sent her down. The nurse said that BG threw up twice, but nothing came out. That’s not throwing up and lines up with what I said about reflux, but okay. The nurse said BG didn’t have a fever and that another kid had a virus and was throwing up. I asked if that child had a fever.
“I wouldn’t know. Her parents didn’t bring her to school since she was sick.”
Argh. I again tried explaining about reflux, since those are the symptoms she had before, and that I wouldn’t have brought her to school if I thought she had something viral, but I could tell she thought it was bullshit. I guess I’m now that mom.
As soon as we walked out of the school, BG perked up and asked if I’d take her to Zaxby’s for lunch and get a grilled cheese. Hmm…surely my child wasn’t playing up feeling bad to get out of school, right? I got her a sandwich, but she just picked at it, so probably not. After we got home, I rescheduled the appointment with her pediatrician for the following day. On the off chance she did have something viral on top of the reflux, I wasn’t going take her to school anyway. She did more of the retching with nothing coming out. She took a nap and ate a decent supper, but woke up during the night after legit throwing up again.
When Baby Girl woke up yesterday, she asked if she had to go to school again. “I hate school! I don’t wanna go ever again!” (For the record, she has no specific complaints about school and seems to like her teacher a lot.) I told her she was getting the day off and that we were going to see her doctor, which made her happy. “Yay! I haven’t seen my doctor in a long, long time. I can’t wait!” (She saw her doctor in July for a well check-up, so it hasn’t been that long lol.) She didn’t eat much breakfast again and did a little more dry heaving.
We didn’t have to wait long to see the pediatrician. She chatted with BG for a bit and asked about school. We went over her symptoms, and the doctor said it sounded like reflux to her, too. She said she wants BG to go on a bland diet for a couple of weeks (no problem there, lol) and wants her to take a daily acid reflux pill and Tums or Rolaids as needed. I asked how to get her to take the acid reflux pill, as getting the child to take medicine has been the most challenging part of parenting her. She suggested opening up the capsule and mixing in the contents with a bite of yogurt. I’ve tried mixing medicine with food before and it didn’t work, but hadn’t tried yogurt.
The doctor told us she thought anxiety about school was contributing to BG’s reflux kicking up. Poor kiddo. She said if BG wasn’t significantly improved in a couple of weeks, that she wanted her to have an endoscopy to make sure there wasn’t anything else going on. I told the doctor about the interaction with the school nurse and asked what to do about that, since BG couldn’t very well come home every time she felt nauseous or dry heaved. They get 10 sick days, and she’s going to use five of those for her tonsillectomy next month. The doctor wrote a note to give to the school explaining that BG’s nausea and any throwing up were due to reflux and not anything contagious. She also put her line for the nurse to call if she needed a further explanation about BG’s condition. I’ve talked to BG’s teacher since, and we’re on the same page. I really hate that I didn’t contact her about it sooner and am not sure why I didn’t think of it.
I didn’t send in BG today because she slept awful last night. Her dad let her take a nap in the evening while I was out, and y’all know how that goes. She woke up at midnight and didn’t go asleep again. There was no way she would’ve made it through the day. I tried the yogurt trick this morning and it worked — my daughter actually took medicine without a battle! Huuuuge parenting win. The bigliest. BG seems to feel much better this afternoon. With the long weekend coming up, hopefully a few more doses of that medicine and not letting her eat a few things that could’ve been worsening the reflux will have her back to normal.
I hope BG’s school anxiety will get better soon. Her doctor recommended a book about kids with anxiety, so I’m going to read that and see if I can find something that’ll help with her. I’m going to bring it up to her occupational therapist, who has been working with her on coping skills for different situations. We also have an appointment with a play therapist next month, so if she’s not doing better by then, maybe that therapist will be able to help. Fingers and all the things crossed.