Graecyn had her 2 month check up and it did not go as well as hoped. While she has grown 2" in length (now 21 3/4"), she has not gained
any weight since her 2 week check-up. I have been exclusively breastfeeding and apparently was only producing enough milk for her to maintain and not gain weight. I had hoped to be able to do so until she was at least 9 months, but I have been forced to change that goal. Her pediatrician says she is definitely on track developmentally, but needs to gain a lot more weight. So, for now we have to supplement formula with the breastmilk while I work with a lactation consultant to boost my supply. Hopefully I'll be able to get her back to exclusive breastmilk in the future, but of course all that really matters is that Graecyn starts to pack on the pounds!
Unfortunately, that wasn't the worst part of the appointment. After several tears from me at the pediatrician's office (no mama likes to hear that they're basically starving their child), we headed to the hospital's outpatient laboratory for some blood work on Graecyn to confirm that there's nothing wrong with her (there's not) and it's just from lack of adequate milk supply from me (it is). Here's where the worst part of the appointment comes in...they had to poke both of her heels and put a needle in her hand in order to get enough blood for all of the tests they needed to run. Graecyn was so upset, it was all this mama (and her daddy) could do to keep from busting out in tears. It is the most awful thing seeing your baby in pain. A big "thank you" goes out to the phlebotomist who sang to Graecyn while drawing her blood (Eric and I were too busy fighting back tears and keeping her from moving around too much on the table). It's a good thing she's not 16 because this mama and daddy would have run out and bought her a brand new car right then and there to make up for all of her tears!
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| Not a happy baby |
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| Showing off her needle pokes |