Per the speech therapist and GI doc's advice, I try every morning at 8 a.m. to help maintain a schedule (we have no choice with all of the medicine we're giving her, too) and to try and get something down her to start the day and keep her thriving. If we're having a good day, I can get about 2 oz. in her.
This morning she wanted nothing to do with her bottle. After some fighting, she started to eat. But, about an ounce into it, she slowed way, way down and I could tell it was coming. WOOSH! Up came what she had left from her middle of the night feed and the ounce she had just eaten. Just for s & g, I actually measured it
From where we were sitting to the farthest "point of contact" was 4 feet!
That is right. No joke. This happens about 3 or 4 days a week. After each "event" I steam clean the carpet to avoid the awful smell of her partially-digested-but-smells-like-vomit-even-before-you-eat-it formula. I cannot wait until this is done and over with.