The kitchen floor and newspaper incidents left us off of baseline for awhile. Elianna had to do some healing. In the meantime I found the Miralax that the doctor prescribed for her constipation. I mulled over this decision for hours. I researched and I read. The doctor promised at every turn that there is no way she could react to this; it is a chemical made in the lab that is not absorbed and passes straight through the intestines. However, when I looked at the Miralax website there was a huge warning about not using it if you were allergic. huh? Plus, there have been absolutely NO tests on children, yet it is the number one pediatric prescribed laxative right now in the U.S.
I put serious thought into this Miralax use, and my mommy instict said not to do it. I had read a homeopathic remedy for constipation was Magnesium, and so I bought pure powdered capsules at the health food store and added minuscule amounts to her bottle one time a day. This helped her to go, and gave her some diarrhea. I figured I had just gave her too much. When I told the pediatric nutritionist he advised against it at all because it could cause her to loose too much nutrients, and pushed me back towards the Miralax. I didn't want to. But I did it. And I regretted it.
I don't know if she had a full blown reaction, or if she was just cramping from the medication and then sleeping from the exhausting of those cramps and constipation pain. It doesn't really matter. All that matters was that she had SOME kind of reaction to it, and I will NOT be giving it to her again.
I told the pediatric GI and he gave me the same look he gave me when I said she vomited after eating the newspaper. It was that 'now I think we are dealing with crazy mom syndrome' look. Perhaps it was just me being sensitive and looking for affirmation that I am NOT crazy.
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