Burping Babies
Oh, how I remember the days of burping my kids. It seemed like they had endless gas. I breast fed, which didn’t seem to be as bad, but with my third I had to bottle feed, and that really was a nightmare. I couldn’t understand why she spewed up what she’d just eaten. Even with her being a third child, I still wondered what I was doing wrong. Experience goes out the window when you’re tired and worried.
I knew all the techniques – sitting them up, supporting the head in your hand, head against the shoulder, and laying her on my lap, with head elevated. Thanks to a patient pediatrician, I survived that stage and eventually accepted that it wasn’t me. She was just a hungry baby, and adjusting to feeding her in a way that avoided the guzzling, sure helped.
So did a little practicality. I took an old flannel sheet and cut it up into squares to use as burp cloths. I had some beautiful receiving blankets and after grabbing them a couple of times from necessity, I learned pretty quick that it’s less frustrating to toss stained flannel in the washer than hand wash protein-based stuff off good material.
