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My joy for today is getting close to one pound gained.

Our sweet baby girl has been struggling to gain weight for several months.  At ten months old, she weighed 15 lbs. 9 oz.  She is the size of an average 4 month old and far below the growth chart.  Between the ages of 6 and 9 months, she gained just over a pound.

Amelia is our fourth, and she is the first to ever have an ounce of formula.  I have nursed my other children for about 16-18 months.  But with exclusively nursing not really seeming to be helping our sweet girl grow sufficiently, we had to make some changes.  I have offered bottles to some of my other kids, but none of them have ever taken them.  In order for Amelia to take a bottle, it took literally about two weeks of her screaming in my face, for two hours, two or three times a day.  She will now take two 5 ounce bottles each day, with only minimal crying, in addition to nursing 3 or 4 times per day.

She does not eat solid food yet, which is similar to the pattern that my second and third children took.  They each did not really start eating any food until almost a year.  I keep offering food to Amelia a couple  times each week, and she keeps spitting it out.  Once she does start eating solid foods, we will load her up with full fat yogurt, avocados, and after she turns one, add Pediasure to all of her food.  We took this same course of action with Tucker when he had trouble gaining weight, so it is familiar territory.

Why is it so easy for me to gain a pound and so hard for my tiny princess?  It is extremely frustrating.  Most of the time, I am able to stay incredibly grateful that she is overall healthy and developing well.  I know many parents struggle with much, much larger issues.  But when anything is wrong with your little ones, it can be difficult to keep perspective.  If you are so inclined, say a prayer for her ounces to come and stay, as well as my sanity.

Enjoy your joys for today.

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My joy for today is a Saturday well spent.

I recently read an article in a parenting magazine that said there are only about 940 Saturdays between when a child is born and when they typically leave for college.  If you are a parent of a child older than 5, let the waterworks begin.  If you are the parent of a child younger than that and particularly sensitive to this issue, you are welcome to join the pity party as well.

We had a fairly average Saturday today.  I started my day off with a wake up call from our 9 month old at 6:30 am.  I nursed her, put her back to bed, and went for a run.  When I came back, pancakes were just coming off the hot griddle, coffee hot and ready at the table.  We have had a “Pancake Saturday” tradition for many, many years in our home.  This actually got it’s start in my own childhood, and I have wonderful memories of these times with my family.  It’s such a great tradition for many reasons.  It is a much-needed break for a mom to be served breakfast, giving her a respite from chef duties in the morning.  The kids also get to help with the cooking and cleaning, giving them an opportunity to practice life skills.  And of course, we all know the benefits of sitting around the table together as a family.  At the start of a busy upcoming day, often filled with extended family and friends, it’s a great opportunity to start the weekend off in a calm and together manner.

Today, after pancakes, we all got ready for soccer games.  We are very blessed with an amazing sports complex behind our neighborhood, about 5 minutes from our home.  Noah’s game was first, and their match ended in a tie.  Molly’s team was next, coached by my amazing hubs and cousin, and their game also ended in a tie.  It’s a whirlwind of activity at the field, and a great opportunity to see lots of friends, as well as being cheered on by family.

Our kids are very active in sports, so this is a very typical start to a Saturday in our home.  The afternoon is filled with variety.  Sometimes chores must be accomplished, and the kids are included in these as much as possible, especially involved with Daddy’s duties in the yard.  Sometimes we go to the beach, to Disney, or to a friend’s birthday party.  Today, we went to my Granny’s house to spend time at the pool with my parents.  We had a cook-out, swam, read, and got some sun.  Basically, we were together.  Tonight, we are playing some video games, getting a few things done around the house, and early to bed to get ready for church tomorrow.

That was our Saturday; pretty simple.  We never left a five mile radius around our house.  For our youngest, we have just enjoyed about #36 of her 940 in our home.  I shudder to think of how many have already passed for our almost-7 year old.  Most have been spent well.  No matter what we are doing, if we are together, they are a success.  Strangers that like to talk to me in random places always like to remind me that the time goes so fast.  I do not need reminded.  I am acutely aware, and treasure every second.  Excuse me while I go read a bedtime story (or five or six) to my four little ones.

Enjoy your joys for today.  

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My joy for today is a few minutes of extra snuggle time.

Tonight, I had to nurse Tucker an extra time before he would go to sleep.  He’s been somewhat fussy all day; maybe a tooth or fighting off a cold.  He was crying for a few minutes while I was reading the latest Berenstain Bear book find from a garage sale to the older two kids.  I waited until I finished the current book before going into Tucker, which was too long for Chad who had already gone in to try to calm him.  By this point Tucker was absolutely desperate.  Don’t worry, I had already nursed him before bed, only about 15 minutes before the screaming fit.  But for whatever reason, he needed a little extra snuggle time tonight.  And shouldn’t I be thankful?  As I was putting things away in my closet a few minutes after putting Tuck to bed successfully, I took a minute to read this poem again that my Granny gave to me.  It is so lovely.

Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(lullaby, rock-a-bye, Lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek-peek-a-boo).
The shopping is not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there is a hullabaloo.
But I’m playing “Kanga” and this is my “Roo.”
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rock-a-bye, lullaby loo).

The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.

by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton, 1958

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