It Was Fun While It Lasted

Well it sure was fun while it lasted. The no vomiting I mean. We had a good run. Two or three weeks where the vomiting was almost non-existent. The occasional retching followed by stomach juices or bile but we went from washing endless spew clothes and tipping vomit from a cup into a syringe to record the volume, to going on a car ride without bringing a container for Frankie to spew in. Life was pretty unrecognisable. And she was putting on weight. Even better, Frankie started tasting food. It wasn't every day. It was very hit and miss. But occasionally she'd put a piece of apple or something in her mouth. Nothing ever got swallowed but it would touch her lips and that was progress. Heck, she even started showing an interest in taking very small sips of water.

Then, out of nowhere, the reflux returned with a vengeance. Between 6 and 12 times a day, Frankie went back to violently retching, coughing and vomiting. It seemed constant. The spew cloths returned. And while she wasn't vomiting milk, just clear, frothy stomach juices, it was still a stark contrast to the reprieve we had enjoyed. Slowly I felt tension returning to my shoulders, and to my relationships with Chris and Frankie. Everything felt harder. And all interest in food and drink came to a crashing halt.

At least she was finally on the growth chart.