So every time I've tried to blog recently two things happen. 1) Someone is crying (not necessarily Amaryllis. But usually Amaryllis.) 2) I'm so brain dead by the time bedtime rolls around (my typical blog writing time) that it hurts to try to think coherently about anything other than Candy Crush and what is on TV. And sometime even Candy Crush is too much. There had been a lessened amount of screaming and crying around here recently. That is, until we realized after about 5 days of straight screaming, that prevacid definitely has a shelf life. And it is not a month.
We had gotten a prescription for a month's worth of prevacid from Amaryllis's gastroenterologist. (Which would have been fine, except we get the compounded form...which has a shelf life of about 15 days max. But not to hear the pharmacist tell it.) The pharmacy filled her prescription for a month, and the farther away we got from that two week mark the madder Amaryllis got. I finally got really desperate and we called her doctor. He immediately said "oh, well it's because her prevacid loses it's potency after about two weeks."
Cue the freak out. My very fragile sanity kind of rests on a bottle of prevacid stored in the fridge and guarded with my life. And you're telling me it's expired? We quickly called the pharmacy and begged for a replacement since, in our minds, they definitely should know this information and shouldn't have given us that much at once. They argued with us, saying there is no evidence that it loses potency after 2 weeks. (I did much googling after that, and read that many pharmacies only dispense compounded prevacid for two week periods because of this shelf-life, and many moms noted this problem as well.) I kind of wanted to drop off my screaming baby as evidence...but they finally conceded to give us a replacement.
Literally a different baby once she got the new medicine...which was all the evidence I needed that the last bottle had expired and wasn't doing the job. Today we got a letter in the mail from the pharmacist including a study he must have googled about how prevacid doesn't lose it's potency. If this wasn't the only pharmacy in the city that our insurance managed to work with I would never set a toenail in there again. (DON'T go to Westbury Pharmacy for me, k?) Either way, I'm just so glad we got it figured out.
We will now be getting her meds in 10 day intervals. (I don't even wanna get CLOSE to that two week mark. I start having flashbacks when she starts screaming. I'm only kind of kidding. I met a hygienist at the kids' dentist the other day who is going through the same thing with her baby. It was like we were kindred spirits, and so nice to talk to another reflux mom about the symptoms of mama-with-refluxy-baby: fear of leaving the house cuz baby will scream, pacing the floor and crying while baby is screaming, multiple trips to multiple doctors, random medicine droppers all over your house making it look like you yourself are doing drugs, twitching of your eyelids, etc. We maybe should start a support group.)
One thing about this reflux nonsense...it has made me appreciate SO much every tiny little smile this girl gives us. Every little coo and every moment she sits content just melt my heart. I would put up with infinite screaming just for one of those precious smiles. (Sometimes I think Amaryllis is trying to help me with missing her twin by requiring the attention of two babies. Oh, kiddo...if only it was that simple. I know we both miss her, and wish she was here screaming right along with you. Well, maybe not screaming per say...but ya know what I mean.) She and her refluxy little self are an irreplaceable part of this family, and I can't wait till life gets a little easier for this precious kiddo.
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