Hacking Our Way Through the Brambles…Again
I have attempted to write this post about 5 times in the past week or so, but all of my attempted posts just sounded whiny. So I deleted them and had my little pity party in private. But maybe now I’m ready to share with you what’s been going on.
First, the good news: My sweet baby boy is now 4 months old and meeting all his developmental milestones. Yay! And have you SEEN how cute Slingshot is?! Here are a few reminders…
Now that you’ve had your fill of the cuteness, here’s the sucky news: Slingshot’s not even in the 1st percentile for weight (10 pounds, 15 ounces), battling some pretty yucky eczema, acting more and more colicky, and still spitting up so much we’re changing clothes about 4 times a day. I’ve given up dairy and eggs (in addition to gluten, if you’re keeping track) to combat the eczema and reflux. Today, the pediatrician suggested we go ahead and see a pediatric Gi. So basically it’s deja vu all over again, because this is exactly what happened with The Little Apple.
Excuse me while I go bang my head against the wall….
We really don’t want to go down this path again. We are familiar with this particular path through the brambles. It’s full of thorns. You really have to hack your way through. Its dark and scary in there. Cuts and snags are to be expected. If you wind up there, I hope you packed a bottle of water and a dairy-free egg-free-gluten-free snack or two, because you’re going to be in there for a while, wandering around lost and alone. Well, at least you’ve got your husband with you, but his sense of direction doesn’t seem to be any better than yours! And you can just forget about GPS or a map of any sort. This is uncharted territory. You keep hoping to find that beautiful park on the other side- the one you’ve heard so much about. The one full of flowers and butterflies and sunny skies and all things wonderful. You’ll get there eventually, but wouldn’t you rather just stay on the nice, well-worn concrete path that (almost) everyone else takes? I know I would.
Unfortunately, I think we’re headed for the brambles again. We’re hopeful we can hack our way out a little faster this time since we’ve been there, done that already. But last time, we were just stumbling around blindly…and not expecting to ever have to retrace our path, so we’ll see how much our previous “experience” actually helps.
Ok, enough of the metaphor.
Here are some of the questions and thoughts that have been swirling around in my head for the last week or so (welcome to my crazy mind)…
- Should we supplement with formula? Have we reached the point where supplementation is necessary? Is it avoidable? I had every intention of breast-feeding exclusively this time around (we supplemented with The Little Apple from about 6 months). I know formula isn’t the end of the world. I also know this is a controversial topic.
- Will formula even help? It didn’t help The Little Apple gain weight…would it help Slingshot?
- Is a feeding tube in Slingshot’s future too?!
- Am I producing enough milk? Should I be taking fenugreek (mmm….eau de syrup!) or talk to my doctor about some prescription galactagogues?
- Should I be waking Slingshot at night every 3 or 4 hours to nurse? (we’re waking up a couple times already, so that wouldn’t be a huge change…)
- Should I be nursing more frequently during the day? We’re at 2-3 hours now. Not sure I can handle going more frequently than that (again).
- Would it be possible to supplement with breast milk from a milk bank? Would we even meet the qualifications (he’s not a preemie, not “sick,” etc). Would I even WANT to do that?
- What about that homemade formula I read about somewhere (Sally Fallon/ Weston A. Price Foundation or GAPS)? Is that a good option for us?
- What does The Picky Apple think we should do?
- And most of all, what on the world is causing this in BOTH of my boys, and who can get to the bottom of this mystery?!
It’s so easy to get overwhelmed and bogged down in all of this. I’m trying my best not to let that happen because I’m well aware that things could be so much worse! We have so much to be thankful for!
That being said, I’m stomping my feet and pouting a bit as we gear up for another trek through the brambles.