Amanda Sanders

//Amanda Sanders

Amanda Sanders

When I was pregnant with my daughter, I had a lot of thoughts of worry about not knowing what to do with her when I got her, would I do the right things, would I be able to handle it? My stepmother went with me to one of my prenatal visits and pretty much pushed me to tell the doctor about these things. My doctor then asked me about my family history (which has a lot of female depression) and I told her I didn’t want to miss out on a single moment with my child. So we decided to take a proactive measure to start medication.

Three days after having my daughter, she still wasn’t breast feeding. We tried EVERYTHING the lactation consultant could come up with. My husband quickly wanted to start formula but I wanted the best for Emmaline and insisted we keep trying. That day we both sat in our hospital room holding our baby crying. I finally gave in and fed her formula. Then we spend the rest of the day crying about how hungry she must have been. That was my first clue that I couldn’t be a perfect mother, no one can.

After we got home, she would stop breathing, wouldn’t sleep on her back, and cried all day. The only way she would sleep was on my husband’s chest in our recliner. My stepmother had made a passing comment to my brother that “Amanda seems to be doing really well with Emmaline.” To which he replied: “Uh, not when I was over there, she was in the bed crying” Before I knew it she was at my house, told me to go to sleep, and she took care of my baby for two straight days while I rested and we could do it together.

I can remember in those days of her being miserable and crying thinking, I can see how some moms out there would just want to throw this screaming baby out the window. Thankfully, I had enough sense to hand her to someone else and walk away until I got myself under control. I couldn’t do that without the help of my family, husband, doctor, and my new best friend, Zoloft!

Now I know, that my daughter was suffering from Acid Reflux. The doctor put her on Zantac twice a day and I’m not kidding when I say, after one day’s dose, I had an angel for a daughter. She was happy, we were happy, and for the first time in a month, we were able to enjoy being a mommy and daddy.

Thank you so much for making this condition well known and supporting & fighting for mothers. I know this was a long way to say Thank you but I really do want to thank everyone for bringing this HEALTH issue into the limelight.

By | 2016-04-20T21:03:27+00:00 April 20th, 2016|Survivor Stories|0 Comments

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