The pediatrician's youngest son had severe reflux as well.  He was sharing with us how frustrating it was for his wife because of the helplessness one feels when dealing with it.  She insisted on taking him to a Gastrointerologist, even though she is married to a pediatrician who told her (as he told us):  there's nothing more we can do.  But he agreed, just as agreed with us, because it makes you feel like you're doing SOMETHING, even if it's just hearing from a "specialist" that they have to outgrow it and just keep feeding them as they scream in pain and puke their guts out.   

He said he always knows reflux babies when the mother comes into his office saying, "I want to trade him in for a new one."  Parents can deal with colic, he said, but reflux just puts you over the edge.  I do remember at one point wishing Jonah would get just sick enough to spend several days in the hospital because I didn't think I could care him for even one more day.  A mild case of pneumonia, perhaps, or maybe a severe ear infection.

He then told us that it's looking like our boys aren't part of the 50% that outgrow it by six months, but they should be part of the remaining 40% who outgrow it by a year (the remaining 10% sends shivers up my spine).  "But," he said (and I quote), "since it's taking them so long to get over it, for a few years they will go to a birthday party, eat some pizza, then go to eat the cake and occasionally [he makes a vomiting motion] up it comes."  You could've heard a pin drop in that room as Jonathan and I turn to look at each other in slo-mo.  "Excuse me," I said very slowly.  "We have to bring changes of clothes for the whole family everywhere we go until they start school?!"  And the answer, apparently, is Yes.