Yesterday’s weigh-in with the pediatrician did not go as well as we had hoped. In the six weeks since the start of Operation Chubbs, Levi has only gained 4oz. According to his doctor, this isn’t necessarily bad news but it isn’t great either. The positive is that Levi didn’t lose any weight. Unfortunately, his Paula Deen-approved diet didn’t seem to pack on the pounds. That may have been my fault. Apparently, I was being too conservative with the amount of butter I was melting into his food.
And so we begin Operation Butter Overload. Levi will basically be consuming butter soup, with a dollop of vegetables or fruit swirled in. He’ll also be eating and nursing more frequently throughout the day. This is no longer about trying to get the baby on a feeding schedule. Our goal is to fatten him up quickly.
The pediatrician would like to test Levi for a number of conditions that could explain why his weight has plateaued. If they all come back negative, we’ll know that he’s just a skinny kid. And that would be just fine! I don’t want to think about the alternatives.
The doctor obviously does not believe there is anything life threatening with Levi because he told us that we can wait until his 9 month check-up to see if his weight starts to climb again. But JB and I have decided to have the tests done now. We just can’t wait six more weeks to find out if Levi is healthy or not. Sometime this week we’ll collect some stool and take him to Children’s Hospital to have blood work done.
You’ve probably already figured this out about me: I worry. And not just in a “new mom” sort of way, although right now, Levi’s health is my primary concern. I am sick to my stomach with fear that something is wrong with him. Friends reassuringly tell me that he’s just a thin baby, that he’s perfectly fine, but they are not medical professionals. Even the pediatrician is not 100% sure.
I’m trying desperately hard to stay positive, but being a “glass half full” type of person is not in my DNA. I tend to imagine worst case scenarios in every situation. So I just keep repeating to myself, “He’s OK. He’s just skinny. He will be fine.”
Because he will be. Right?