A.P.
I hear ya. My first son was like that. I almost resented him because we both were always a mess. He was a summer baby and I wore only sleeveless shirts. Still didnt help, I would be soaked and stinky by 10am. I counted 81 separate episodes of spit up one day. (A friend thought I was overexaggerating, so I counted). It does feel like it goes on forever with no end in sight. Every milestone the Drs. said it should get better. Once he is sitting up, once he starts solids (thats when it gets really bad!) once he is standing and walking. Trying to recall when it stopped, he is 7 now, and I cant remember! Its like a painful rite of passage that once its over, you forget. I know that doesnt help right now and I completely understand how no one wants to hold her. We had every piece of furniture covered with blankets, including our guests when they would "offer" to hold him. I would talk to the GI Dr. about the effects of it on her esophagus. My Gi Dr. finally did a scope (after I told him the actual number of times a day, he realized that it was extreme spit up) and his lining was shredded from the constant spit up even with the Pepcid and, at the time, highly overpriced, Prevacid. Hang in there. Disappointingly, the best I can offer is my understanding and the infamous words, "this too shall pass".