Mac’s one year healthy baby doctor’s visit was Friday. Now, if you recall at his last visit, he was perfectly healthy but I was admonished not to feed him at 4AM and to put him to sleep using a “cry it out” type method.
I ignored the advice.
That was a few months ago. Mac still prefers to be held while he falls asleep. And frankly, I’m happy to do it. How long will this continue? Maybe until he attends Prom? I don’t know, but they are only little for a short while and I’m happy to indulge him.
And shortly after that visit, Mac pretty much stopped needing fed at 4 or 5 AM. Occasionally, he still does but it’s relatively uncommon. I attributed this to the fact that he’s eating solid foods like a little piggy.
The kid seems to eat nearly anything I put in front of him: Lentils, beans, avocados, veggie burgers, cheese. . .You name it, he will eat it. Sometimes he eats something one week but refuses it the next. I’m not sure why he does this but we still have plenty of variety.
I was putting a decent amount of effort into planning well-balanced, meals with plenty of fresh ingredients that he could enjoy with us. I was looking forward to going into the Doc’s office and reporting how well he was eating. . .and proudly proclaiming how interesting and healthful his meals are. “Why yes, Dr. C-P, he loves scrambled eggs with cheese, black beans and cilantro” Smug snort.
Which is why when the doctor expressed alarm about his weight gain, I was hugely disappointed. Seems he’s barely gained a pound since his last visit. He’s gotten sufficiently taller but not sufficiently fatter.
But he still looks perfectly happy, healthy, and slightly chubby. You can’t see his ribs or anything.
So what the hell is the problem?
Apparently, these growth percentile charts are pretty damned important to someone.
And our kid is failing his fat percentile. I’m not even sure how this is possible since I’ve been battling the same 10-30 pounds since 6th grade? I’m hoping for his sake he has his Father’s metabolism. Lord can that man eat and not gain a pound.
Per doctor’s orders, I’m supposed to be loading the kid up with full fat dairy – including ice cream before bed at night!
And he has to go back in 6 weeks to make sure he’s packed on a few pounds.
So I’m feeling the pressure.
And he’s not cooperating.
He doesn’t want full fat cheese, or yogurt, or milk.
And sometimes not even ice cream.
He wants cucumbers and grapes.
I’m beginning to wonder if he was switched at birth?
But then I catch him doing stuff like this:
And I’m certain he is my child. . .