I took Sadie to the pediatrician on Friday, earlier than I had planned because the food intake was getting more and more pathetic. When she was weighed, I was disheartened to see that she was still under eight pounds. 7 lb 14 oz to be exact. We discussed the different issues that could be causing her painfully slow weight gain (although it is a gain –albeit a small one). I explained that I think her suck is all wrong – it used to be cute to hear her little quick noisy pulls at the bottle but now I realize that it was because she wasn’t getting the hang of it like her sister. My doctor agreed but said that that although he could rule out most major organ problems because he’d done a complete blood work up on her, he still needed to figure out exactlywhat the problem was immediately and fix it because my little Sadie has “failure to thrive.” Don’t Google it.
Tomorrow afternoon she has an appointment with an occupational therapist and today I should be getting a referral to a gastroenterologist. After that, he’d like her to see a neurologist. I guess after four months a baby should have the hang of coordinating their suck swallow technique or it could mean there’s a deeper issue. Or not.
But here’s the good news. Hours after overhearing the doctor talking trash about her, Sadie decided to prove everyone wrong by guzzling formula like it was her career. She sucked down six ounces plus two more for good measure from the time we got home and the next day took 20 which is way up from what she had been taking on a good day. Yesterday, my little hero took 20 again. I think she heard the word neurologist and was like, “oh no you di’int! I ain’t even trying to hear that, mama!”And then she gave us like a hundred gummy smiles over the weekend. I didn’t even have to take my normal amount of Xanax.