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.