Sunday, March 20, 2011

Operation Fat Baby ...

Because our computer is STILL not fixed, I'll update you on some other things going on around here and fill in with pictures when I can.

Last Monday, Beatrice Kate had her 12 month well-baby check at Dr. Calm's office. Keeping in mind that she had a real stomach virus the week prior to her birthday unlike my husband, I was expecting her weight gain to appear a little off. I wasn't expecting was the scale to reflect a decrease by a pound and a half since her last recorded weight check (last month's RSV shot). I had the nurse recheck it on every scale in the office. (Yes, I was the one milling around the office with a naked baby in my arms, hoping she wouldn't pee on me)

But it didn't change. She had lost weight and we were back below the curve. For most people, a large glass of water, or even a particuarly satisfying trip to the bathroom can fluctuate their weight by 1.5 pounds. But, when you only weight 17 pounds to begin with, you're looking at a near 12% decrease. Add in the fact that Dr. Calm is hyper-vigilant about her weight (Bea's, not Dr. Calm's) because of her "former micro-preemie" status, as we had a certified "situation" at the appointment.

I won't lie. It was very disheartening. I was instantly taken back to our NICU days where every gram counted, and anything but a gain of more than 15 grams meant bad news.

Instead of being patted on the back for my tremendous parenting efforts, I felt like cowering the corner for bringing my starving, waif of a child into the Doctor's Office. Luckily, Dr. Calm is very... well, calm and understanding. She knew that Bea and I were not regulars on the child pageant circuit I do not starve my child and instead, her weight decrease was a direct result of her stomach bug. Oh, that and her love affair with Puffs and Mum Mums.

The remedy? A little project Casey and I have nicknamed, "Operation Fat Baby". Dr. Calm suggested that we need to make every bite of her food count. Because Beatrice Kate refuses to eat a lot of things now and takes a limited number of "bites" before we both she loses patience and freaks, we need to pack as many calories as we can into each one.

Dr. Calm recommended every Southern adult's dream diet: a lot of butter, a lot of frying, a lot of oil.

So far, it's been going OK. Bea doesn't seem to favor (or not favor) more butter on her foods. In fact, she still shows the same amount of displeasure at eating in general. We've found though, that if we force encourage the first bite, she'll realize that, "Oh, yeah, I do like this" and will willfully continue to eat the rest.

We go back to see Dr. Calm in a month to re-check her weight. Until then, it's butter biscuits galore here (and Bea has already had two today).

PS: Speaking of fatness, don't forget about our online bake sale to benefit our March for Babies Team.

1 comment:

  1. The gift I got Bea for her birthday goes with Butter Biscuits!! When can we give you our gifts??? Plus we have $120 for M of D!