SD10 has been complaining of heartburn since Wednesday. She is overweight for her age and that day my fantastic husband thought it was a great idea to feed her pancakes, fried hot wings, ice cream, spaghetti with red pepper flakes, and then s'mores. All of which she had seconds. So of course she had heartburn. All night DH basically cradled her in his arms while alternating different medications and water. Lesson learned? Heartburn = Daddy treating me like a baby. Don't get me wrong. She definitely needed to be treated and he properly comforted her. I have no problem with that.

On Thursday, she complained again of heartburn all day. There may have been some residual effects since in children their digestive systems aren't as developed as adults so that's perfectly acceptable. Except for the timing. Unlike my DH, I did not take Spring Break off from work. When I get home around 6pm he usually comes into the bedroom while I change so we can have 10 minutes of catching up with each other about our day before going back to the chaos. I asked him how she was feeling and he said she was feeling sick in the morning but then in the afternoon asked him if they could have pizza for dinner. He told her that we were making baked chicken and she can't have pizza anyway because it will aggravate her heartburn. Miraculously, it cleared up and she felt better the rest of the day. Until I got home. She absolutely hates when we spend time together. We were in the room catching up for maybe 2 minutes (I hadn't even finished picking out play clothes to change into) when she started knocking on the bedroom. DH told her he would be out in a minute. She starts pounding the door. With both hands. And starts crying. So he goes to check on her and Boom! she is feeling bad again. Of course the tears stop as soon as he runs to her rescue though. It didn't come back again until DH and I were in bed after they should have all been asleep and she came and knocked again at the bedroom door at 12:30am. This time he told her through the door that he already gave her the max medicine for the day, to drink some water and lay with her head elevated. She continued to knock and knock and knock and when he didn't answer she wrote him a note chastising him for not caring about her and that she can't sleep because she is in the worst pain of her life. He got up about 30 minutes later to let the dog out, went to check on her, and saw that she was passed out.

Today, he told her that since she has been having such persistent heartburn he is going to feed her bland foods. Which means no spicy foods, no lemonade, no pizza, etc., basically all things she loves. If it doesn't clear up he will take her to the doctor. Again, miraculously she is cured and it hasn't come back all day. Today being pizza night for the rest of the kids may have something to do with it.

I don't doubt she had heartburn the first night. I've never had it in my life, but I also did not eat that disastrous mixture of foods that day. I would probably barf. I do think that she started faking it the next day in order to snuggle and get more attention from her daddy just based on the timing of her episodes. So the question is, how can we really tell when she is really being sick and just being overly dramatic? She has a history of being dramatic so I wouldn't put it past her but my husband thinks she is just a baby and would NEVER lie about being sick. Ugh. I can't wait till Sunday.