A colleague Pete had a new baby. It could not turn its head left and was crying all the time. It could only nurse from the right side so Pete’s wife Sandy was developing mastitis on the other breast. Pete and I suspected neck trauma occurred to the baby from a difficult delivery. I had some training on how to adjust a baby that was 10 days old, but was not confident of one squirming and screaming in obvious discomfort. My colleague had even less experience and his wife was looking at both of us with a “FIX MY BABY” glare, her eye brows pinched tightly. She related that at the one week checkup the baby has lost weight.
I went over to their apartment in Asuza. Pete greeted me outside the door and blocked my attempt to enter despite blaring summer heat that made me crave cool water and ample air conditioning. “The place is a mess. We’ve been up nonstop for days. We are at each other’s throats. Please help.” Pete head slumped forward, his shoulder drooped as the despair and fatigue settled in. I waltzed in putting on a good face and wanting to make a difference. Inside my stomach was doing the highland fling. But I knew the medical option for that baby could be to cut the neck muscles.
I tried to feel the neck of the baby as Sandy held it close trying to sooth it. Intermittently it would arch back like the whole back was in spasm. It was screaming but between breaths I caught a relaxed neck under my fingers for a fraction of a second. My poking gently was making the baby scream more but I could feel one side of his neck was in spasm. I searched for the pea size contact that I would have to adjust. I started to sweat. Its one thing to recognize there is a problem, to confirm there is a problem. Its another to fix it, with a ten day old baby. The room had an air conditioner humming in the wall but with kids going in and out it could not keep up. Honestly it could never have kept me cool, I would have been sweating in winter.
A group of young observers were collecting in the living room lined up against the wall watching, the baby’s older siblings, as they gathered their friends from the neighboring apartments. Each time another kid entered the apartment the screen door slammed, the baby jumped and wailed louder. “Stop slamming the door dammit!,” Pete yelled. The baby screamed, Sandy began to sob.
“The baby will continue to scream more and more as I set this up because it will be restrained for a moment, and it hurts. Pete, you will need to help hold the baby still. The baby is only going to feel this,” I explained, putting my index finger up in the air. I walked around the room poking each family member and observer on the arm. “That’s all it is, but it should be enough to unlock the top vertebra.”
With a quiet prayer with myself, I directed Pete to position the baby laying across its Sandy’s lap. The older children looked on as I directed Sandy to place the baby on its side carefully, its arm between the mother’s legs. “Pull him to you,” I encouraged Sandy, “make him feel secure. Hold his arm between your legs.” Pete used one hand to hold the squirming pelvis still, the other hand holding the top of the head. He leaned forward and gave Sandy a peck on her forehead. “It will be OK honey, I know it will.” Sandy sniffled.
I positioned myself above the baby. My index finger against a firm resistance I interpreted to be the top segment of the spine, still cartilaginous at that age. The wails were piercing as the baby protested. I took a deep breath and positioned my feet going through the 22 steps I knew to set up the small thrust. Tears were running down Sandy’s face. “Is it safe?” she asked.
“This is how I take care of my own babies,” I confirmed. “My father taught me.” The room’s voices became quiet. The air conditioner hummed. I adjusted between screams; a thrust of perhaps 1/4 inch. The baby wailed louder, Pete and Sandy sucked in air. The kids murmured to each other. I wiped my brow with back of my hand.
The baby was screaming on Sandy’s lab. Everyone frozen in position. “Pick up the baby,” I encouraged. Sandy held him close soothing his wails down to a whine, his head still turned right. For some reason Pete walked behind Sandy and as if in slow motion, the baby arched back from Sandy, and followed Pete with his all the way left.
“Did you see that? Did you see that?” Sandy exclaimed. Pete nodded. I nodded and got up to leave. “Enough already with the heat,” I thought.
Sandy hugged the baby closer. “Thank you so so so much.” Pete saw me off and gave me a hug. As I looked back at the apartment the kids were each feeling each other’s necks.
Pete called each day with an update. Within 48 hours the baby was nursing off each breast, sleeping for 3-4 hours at a stretch and acting like a healthy baby. The next check-up there was weight gain.
When babies systems are not working the way they were designed, consider Chiropractic from someone with experience. Chiropractic can help babies.
-Dr. Miller
Names and locations have been changed to protect the innocent – me! – Dr. M
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