I took Trenton for a weight check yesterday. He’s been below the 5th percentile since his 4 month check (11lbs 9oz). At 5 months he dropped even further below (12lbs 1oz). We decided to start rice cereal at that point in hopes that he would chunk it up.
His 6 month appointment came around and we had a ‘jump,’ if you will, all the way up to just below the 5th percentile (13lbs 1oz). Just to be safe, we decided we’d check again in a month to make sure he’s staying on track.
13lbs 15 ounces. He plateaued on the growth chart.
Failure to Thrive.
Our doctor felt that she needed to refer us to the Children’s Hospital. After discussing breastfeeding and my Levothyroxin medicine, we decided to test his thryoid, check for anemia and look for lead in his blood. In addition, stop breastfeeding. Knife to the heart.
I have been so proud of myself for being able to continue breastfeeding this long. My supply has been diminishing and we’ve been supplementing with formula at daycare. But first thing in the morning and last thing at night, it was just the two of us. Our special time together. My free pass from cleaning up after dinner or helping Emberly do her pre-bedtime routine. I’m not going to lie, I enjoyed the extra weight loss and am a little saddened to think about that possible weight coming back. I know that’s selfish, but that wasn’t my running force behind continuing breastfeeding. Sure, not having to pay for formula, weight loss, and the guaranteed 40 minutes of
Candy Crush pump time at work daily were all benefits that I’m going to miss, I’m really saddened by the fact that [b]I[/b] will not be the one providing his nutrition. There’s just something magical and heartwarming knowing that your child looks to you, personally, to help fill their belly and soul. It’s National Breastfeeding Month to boot! Celebrate amongst yourselves, I’ll be in the corner with a bottle of wine…which I can now drink in entirety since I no longer need to worry about it passing through my breastmilk to T-man. Bright side, folks.
We contemplated waiting a month to see how he does with the calories from formula instead of my breastmilk, but after talking with my sister (the nurse) and B, we decided to do the referral now. You never know how long it will take for them to fit us in, and I sure as hell don’t want to
push it to the next calendar year for another deductible wait even longer to figure out what may be the cause of his slow weight gain. Of course, B and I aren’t exactly big people, but we need to figure out why Trenton isn’t staying on a normal curve.
If you have a few positive thoughts to spare, please send them to Trenton’s fat cells. Also, if you know of any good food charts/logs for babies, send them my way. I figure it’s best to start noting that now instead of having Children’s suggest it and bring us back a month later.
I’ve missed you all. Let’s make this interaction happen more frequently, yes?