Just to give a shot of vitality to the record of my life, a 30 second run-down while the wee one snoozes:
Apparently I've been starving my son.
Either that, or he inherited his Uncle Derek's metabolism.
I like to think it's the latter.
Yesterday was his 9-month check up (9-months!!!). Aside from discovering his nerves of steel (he didn't even peep when he got his Hep B shot), the nurse checked his stats and found out that there was a drop in his weight from the 50th percentile to the 25th percentile.
Lest anyone feel a sudden urge to call CPS, let it be known that I've been following all of the professional advice I've received thus far. It's not exactly like the kid is wasting away--my hip joints can attest to that. It's just the fact that he's now pretty much built like a bean pole. (Which is not unlike my better half, who happens to be a contributor of 50% of the wee one's genes.) Obviously he just needs MORE FOOD.
After looking at his trajectory, the doctor hemmed and hawed about trying to determine the cause of the sudden drop. She talked about the benefits of a diet consisting of mostly nursing.
NOTE: While I'm happy to do my mammary duties at any time of day or night, and do them with a smile, this child of mine seems to be sucking the life out of me--literally. I'm not sure how much more stamina I have left for night feedings!
After going back and forth about teething and crawling and formula and such, the doctor finally settled on supplementing his diet with more table foods. She said go to town with new foods, and make sure they are full of FAT.
Oh, and the fact that he's still getting up at 2:00 every morning? Apparently he must dream about food. And I must still make sure those dreams come true.
The irony is this: Just last weekend, Aaron and I were discussing the need to live a little more on the healthy side--a little less fat and a lot more sleep.
But if this means that my little bean pole can someday grow into a giant bean stalk, then I'll do it. A hundred times over, I'll do it.
Besides, my mother would say that I have a debt to pay: I've lived my life on her borrowed sleep.
Retribution is sweet, I'm sure.
--
Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
His parents could eat no lean,
And so between them all, you see,
They licked the platter clean.
3 comments:
My kids all dropped weight when they went to table foods. We had three kids under the 10th percentile and one off the charts on the bottom end. Trust your little dude to eat what he needs and trust your instincts as a Mama. Is he healthy and happy? Then I wouldn't worry too much. And you don't need to feel pressure to continue nighttime feedings.
Do you have a private blog? Can I be invited to read it? pquadkris(at)hotmail.com I love the updates!
I feel your pain. My little Addie was the in the 10% her whole first year so the doc recommended I not stop night feedings either.
(And p.s. when they finally do start sleeping YOU will still wake up at 2:00 and want to get them out of bed to cuddle, so enjoy that special time! You'll miss it. Sort of.)
Also, I want to be invited to your private blog, too. Like Kristen.
Yeah. No rest for the weary. I don't think I have had a full night's sleep in 11 years. :)
Can I just say that all those people bragging about their babies sleeping through the night at three months old are just plain cruel. Every one of my kids took their sweet time figuring out the night schedule.
Good luck to you. I hope the little guy takes to the new plan of action!
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