We've been working on the whole "feed ourselves" thing, and so far it hasn't been that bad. Today was funny cuz I gave him some chocolate pudding and it was EVERYWHERE. Oh well I suppose, it gave me a couple minutes of silence and those minutes are treasured around here.
Love his funny faces! Everytime a camera appears, his cute smiley face is morphed into something that I would do on purpose to ruin a shot. Apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
So I wanted to take a minute and vent some frustrations. Being a parent is a tough job, and I have never doubted myself more but when it comes to raising this little boy of mine. Long story short, we took HJ to one of his NICU follow up appointments (always a joy..) and when they weighed him he was only at 20 lbs 11 oz, putting him below the 3rd percentile for his corrected age (18 months). As a mother, I was instantly on the defense for Henry. Anyone who sees this kid eat knows that he can put away some serious food and isn't really that picky. But when I say that he is constantly on the go, that's what I mean. His metabolism must be through the roof and even with me feeding him anything and everything, he still has managed to not gain any weight. So when the doctors tell me that we need to focus more on feeding him, and give me a hand out of foods with higher calories, my momma bear claws wanna come out and I want to tell them that I'm doing the best I can. Alan reassured me that they are only doing their job and not to take things so sensitive, but when it comes to Henry I can't just brush things off my shoulder. So lately Henry's diet has been consisting of chocolate milk with just about every meal, pudding and ice cream for desserts, lots of grilled cheese sandwiches and anything else that I know has high calories. I know that I am doing the best I can for this kid, but when I feel like I'm being doubted it really puts me in a funk. And in talking to other mothers who have really small kids, they all said that they haven't had any issues with the doctors. So I don't know if him being a preemie has anything to do with it, but I can't help but think so. After Alan and I take him to his next NICU follow up appointment to see the speech therapist (cuz our little dude isn't talking) we won't be going back. I don't see a need for him to see any other doctors besides his pediatrician.
So there's my vent for the time being. If any of you, assuming I have followers, have any stories or suggestions, I'd love to hear them.
Love his funny faces! Everytime a camera appears, his cute smiley face is morphed into something that I would do on purpose to ruin a shot. Apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
So I wanted to take a minute and vent some frustrations. Being a parent is a tough job, and I have never doubted myself more but when it comes to raising this little boy of mine. Long story short, we took HJ to one of his NICU follow up appointments (always a joy..) and when they weighed him he was only at 20 lbs 11 oz, putting him below the 3rd percentile for his corrected age (18 months). As a mother, I was instantly on the defense for Henry. Anyone who sees this kid eat knows that he can put away some serious food and isn't really that picky. But when I say that he is constantly on the go, that's what I mean. His metabolism must be through the roof and even with me feeding him anything and everything, he still has managed to not gain any weight. So when the doctors tell me that we need to focus more on feeding him, and give me a hand out of foods with higher calories, my momma bear claws wanna come out and I want to tell them that I'm doing the best I can. Alan reassured me that they are only doing their job and not to take things so sensitive, but when it comes to Henry I can't just brush things off my shoulder. So lately Henry's diet has been consisting of chocolate milk with just about every meal, pudding and ice cream for desserts, lots of grilled cheese sandwiches and anything else that I know has high calories. I know that I am doing the best I can for this kid, but when I feel like I'm being doubted it really puts me in a funk. And in talking to other mothers who have really small kids, they all said that they haven't had any issues with the doctors. So I don't know if him being a preemie has anything to do with it, but I can't help but think so. After Alan and I take him to his next NICU follow up appointment to see the speech therapist (cuz our little dude isn't talking) we won't be going back. I don't see a need for him to see any other doctors besides his pediatrician.
So there's my vent for the time being. If any of you, assuming I have followers, have any stories or suggestions, I'd love to hear them.
