Yes, that’s me as a baby. No more than 7 months old.
It’s about time for a real post. After all this is why we started this blog in the first place, but problems in the parenting department are such a pain to write about. You know, because as parents we’d like to think that we are the world’s greatest?
It seems like ever since Boogie started eating more solids, he’s been lacking in the weight department. At his last visit, his weight put him in the 20th percentile. His doctor reassured us that as long as he stays on the growth chart, then he’d be fine. Fast forward to yesterday’s visit, he’s now in the 5th percentile for his weight and 25th I believe for his height, 75th still for his head. Again, he is still on the chart, but we are concerned that our baby isn’t a behemoth. And his head is starting to look too big for his body, lol!
I asked the doctor if we should start giving him BOOST Kid Essentials on a regular. She didn’t even know what that was. She suggested PediaSure, but Kid Essentials actually is more nutritious that PediaSure. Kid Essentials is hard to find around here, so we’re giving him PediaSure until we can get a hold of some BOOST Kid Essentials drinks.
He eats EVERYTHING. He is not a picky eater at all. He can down a whole banana, a can of Vienna sausages, or pasta pick ups (his diet does not revolve around these foods) in just a few minutes! He LOVES to eat and he snacks all day long. Some who shall remain nameless would like to think that he’s eating too much. Whatevs! I’m sorry but if he’s hungry, I’m going to let him eat until he is satisfied. I will not let him starve or have him looking like the runt of the bunch.
I haven’t gotten any rude comments, but I am prepared to bust …the first person who calls my kid tiny… in the throat. It’s already bad enough that I have to deal with those types of comments.
He is still nursing, but not as much. I’m not my engorged self. I don’t think that I’m stressed. There is a lot going on behind the scenes, but I’m not a worry wart. I am my normal carefree self. Keeping health guidelines for breastfeeding and alcohol consumption in mind, I do find that having a few beers throughout the week increases my supply. And for the record, I am still embarrassed to walk down the liquor aisle or step foot in a liquor store. It’s on the same level as talking about sex – story for another day!
So now I’m planning all sorts of steak and potato like dinners that I could prepare to fatten my baby up. I was a sumo baby, why isn’t Boogie? Well, I wasn’t breastfed either. Agh, who knows. Maybe it’s just one of those things. It shall pass.
Boogie will grow…in due time.