In previous posts, you may have heard minute mention about my daughter AppleBlossom being small. Well today we went to see an Endocrinologist. Our pediatrician said, it was not “absolutely necessary” at this point, but might be a good starting point to see why she is so small. Her height is fine with an average mama and above average father (according to the endocrinologist) at 30 inches, she’s growing there fine, I believe that is now the 25th percentile, when she had been steady at the 10th. Not a problem, just fine and neat. It is her weight that is in question. Up until about 12 months she was right on proportionally, but then she lost weight, and has since then not really gained any back.
No it was not when she started walking and no it was not when she changed from 100% breast milk to some whole milk and pureed foods. There does not seem to be a correlation. So she is 18 lbs. FINALLY! We’ve been working on that 17 pounds and I am very excited to see 18. That puts her in the almost less than first percentile. That’s something? Right…?
In the appointment, she had her blood drawn like a big girl. It was horrible! I was there holding her arm with mama strength and singing in her ear. It was interesting actually. Her favorite lullaby is an African praise song that I learned at camp so many years and it just something that came to me when she was itty bitty and now it’s the main one I sing. So there was this very dark skinned fabulously nice nurse taking her blood while white as can be pale me was singing and African praise song. She gave me a funny look at first, but then just smiled. Guess that would be interesting to her. 😉 The endocrinologist told me that we need to really make sure she gets three FULL meals a day AND three whole snacks with no skipping and such. She said to poor on the butter and add eggs to everything and so on and so on…
Then of course today. She eats nothing. Breakfast refused. Drank a little milk and ate a fruit twist. Lunch, ate two chick-fil-a waffle fries and two chicken nuggets, refused any more. Snack, nada. Dinner – crackers and two sippy cups of milk. *sigh* What are you doing to me! Why won’t you eat?!? She isn’t usually this picky, but having the feeling of really paying attention and wanting her to eat and having her refuse is really painful.
Have you had a picky eater or one that just will not eat? What did you do? Were there any medical implications like this situation?