An update on our little GERDling:
The doctor put her on a teeny dose of ranitidine (zantac), which seemed to help almost immediately. I was all set to write a jubilant post about the wonder-drug, but then it became apparent that it only helps and doesn't remove the trouble completely. Today, for example, has been a crying, hiccuping, spitting-up day. . . :(
But I do think that her good days outnumber her bad now.
I am really grateful to have finally figured out what was going on. Back around the time she was 5 - 6 weeks old, a good day was when I managed to get dressed by the time the boys got home from school. My brain felt fragmented, like our hard drive (ha), and I was starting to feel like Linguine on Ratatouille: "I'm insane I'm insane I'm insane I'm insane!"
And now I have gained empathy for others who have gone through this. I used to have a sort-of complacent way of thinking, "Well, they must not be willing to hold their baby as much as she needs" or whatever. Well, now I know. Sometimes babies hurt and you can't help them. And then all you can do is kiss them and hope they feel better soon. . .