More worrying...

Here is a photo from Aunt Andrea's visit, Aaron being a sweet little snugglebug with A senior! (she calls him little A, but I will refrain from calling her Big A! Love you sis!)

Well, I debated about what to write about the difficulities we have been having as of late. I have decided to record how we are doing and how I am feeling now, so that HOPEFULLY it can all seem so overblown and remote in the future. Like how I use to worry if Aaron would ever sit unassisted, etc.

Anyway, Aaron weighed in last Friday at 16 lbs 13 ounces, a 7 oz gain in 2 weeks. It put him at the 13th percentile for weight, 90th for height. All in all, it was a nice gain, compared him only gaining 1 oz in the prior month. I really think it was due to the Duocal caloric supplement recommended by the allergist. So, I was ready to exhale and stop worrying so much about his eating. He was taking around 28 ounces a day, plus some solids, not great, but some. Since THE DAY of his weigh in, he has basically stopped taking more than 3 ounces a feed. (Before this, he was routinely taking 4-6 ounces, albeit with a lot of encouragement) He has a tiny cold, so maybe that will go away and his eating will get better. However, a big part of me fears that he has just now decided to stop taking his bottle. I worry that I pushed him too hard and caused his dislike of the bottle. I just don't know what to do. The feeding specialist won't return my calls, but initially had encouraged me to be persistent with his bottles. I am getting so tired of trying to coerce/coax him to eat every 3-4 hours. The only slight bright spot is that he seems to take solids slightly better lately (maybe because he is starving!) He really seems to like this "yogurt" made from coconut milk. At this point, I would feed him pina coladas if he would just take them! Again, maybe I am just worrying for nothing and he will turn the bend and start eating enough to grow. I feel like he just HAS to. So Aaron, if you are reading this when you are 10, and you are now big and strong and chunky, have a good laugh at your worrywart Mommy, OK??? And have a special treat snack with my blessing...