We took Allen for a doctor's check up. The doctor's a bit concerned because Allen dropped in weight between his 6 and 9month appointments from the 50th percentile to basically so low that he's off the chart.
As a result, we've been going back for monthly check ups. Yesterday we went for the 11-month check up. His height is almost at 50th percentile, but his weight is at 2 percent. So his weight isn't keeping up with his height.
The doctor wanted to know what we're feeding him. We are feeding him, and he's still exclusively nursing, but if he doesn't want to eat, he turns his head away and there is no way to force him to eat. We need to feed him as many fatty things as possible. I joke he should be on the "French" diet--eating butter (yuck), cheese, etc.
Should I freak out about his weight. I'm trying not to, but it's hard not to be concerned.
He doesn't look skinny although he's definitely nowhere as bursting-at-the-seams-plump as Ivan was.
All grandparemts tell me to chill. He's such an active baby, they say. He's like quicksilver, he can't sit still, my dad says.
He's practically been walking with the aid of the red chair or the push toy for the last two months.
He's gotten four teeth over the last two months; one already looks chippped .
He's also a very happy and engaging baby. He constantly sings and babbles--non stop. It's also funny because he gets very angry, when something doesn't go his way. If we pick him up, he screams and kicks his legs. We try not to laugh, although it's really funny.
On a very positive note, he's sleeping much better than when he was a newborn--unlike before when it was hard to put him to bed and I had to crawl out of his room careful not to make the floorboards creaks so he doesn't wake up, now I nurse him, take him to the crib, put him down, he rolls over, plays with Glowworm and goes to sleep.
And on an even better note, his eye with the closed tear duct cleared up between 9 and 10 months. I thing it was a cold: he was so stuffed up that the snot broke through. I don't know whether this is a medically plausible explanation, but it makes sense to me. Of course, right before that we took him to an eye doctor, who said that unless the tear duct opens on his own by the first birthday that the odds are it probably wouldn't. The only way to fix it would've required a surgery, with the full anesthesia and all. It scared Andy and I to think that such a small baby would have to be put under anesthesia for something that's not life threating. I'm glad we no longer need to think about that.
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Midnight ramblings of a working mom of two kids.
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