Thursday, July 16, 2009


She's so pretty.

She's so tiny.

I hear this all the time.

It's true.

Now I'm getting really concerned. I've got to get her gaining weight somehow. She will be four months old this week. She weighs 9 pounds. She is not even on the chart.

But, she is happy. She talks and coos. She kicks her legs. She tracks me visually from across the room. She is strong.

I'm working with her new doctor. I'm working with a chiropractor on her colic issues. Next week I'll be working with a speech therapist at Heartspring. I am working with a lactation consultant. If I don't see better gains in the next week...I don't know what.

My identity is a bit wrapped up in the way I mother my children. I'm feeling a bit lost at the moment.


Anonymous said...

Me, too. On the identity thing. And I believe (and it makes me feel better) that identifying ourselves by the success of our children is both natural and common.

It's be hard for me, however, to identify with stress due to lack of weight gain in a baby who is developmentally appropriate. Development is so much more a measure of my competence than baby fat.

I'm still trusting of pediatric physicians for gi and nutrition advice - and referral for metabolic issues. If you are working with an ST - are you implying she is having trouble feeding? An ST is the right person for that, too, in my opinion. 'Buck-up' yourself by knowing you are doing everything you can to take good care of Ruby.

She's so pretty.