This morning we returned to the pediatrician for another weight check. This time I was able to schedule our appointment a little bit later, so Porter could get a decent morning nap under his belt beforehand. When we arrived at the office, Cars was playing in the waiting room. As I'm sure you can guess, a certain 2 1/2 year old was glued to the TV.
Lightning McQueen has this effect on him.
Thinking some more of those "heavy" thoughts...
After a bit of a wait, we were called back by the nurse. Porter went from pleasant to fightin' mad when I laid him down to take off his clothes, and the screams picked back up when it was time to put him on the scale. Fortunately, the numbers we saw showed another increase: 15 pounds 14 ounces, which is 7 ounces more than last Friday! Honestly, after last week's huge gain, I was hoping for him to hit at least 16 pounds, but I know that it's not realistic to expect his weight to skyrocket at every check. I'm just happy to see that our hard work (and trust me, it has been work) is paying off!
Once Porter had been weighed, we returned to the room to wait for Kathy. I got the babe dressed, and Kaiser asked to play on my phone to pass the time.
"Hey, mind if I play, too?"
He wants whatever Big Brother's got.
When pursuit of the iPhone got old, P decided to do some pull-ups.
"Kaiser's water? Don't mind if I do."
Kaiser got smart and moved out of reach.
"Mommy, will you please tell him it's my turn?"
As you can tell by the number of pictures taken, our wait in the exam room was not a short one. Kathy didn't make it back until almost 11:45, an hour after the time of our scheduled appointment. Kind of frustrating, but as the wife of a doctor who's had his fair share of days running late in clinic, I understand. What can you do? Anyway, I really was so proud of the boys. I fully expected Kaiser to get bored and start whining and acting up, but instead he was a sweetheart and kept me laughing with his silliness.
Adore that smile of his.
He's the cheesiest!
Finally I was relieved to see Kathy come in the door. We got to talking immediately about Porter's progress. She was happy with his gain of an ounce per day, and like last week kept reiterating how much better he was looking and acting. I couldn't agree more! We talked about how nursing was going, and I told her that I'm not sure how much longer we're going to make it on that front. It's starting to be a battle to get Porter to nurse; I'm sure because he knows he can get a lot more (and more quickly) from his sippy cup. I can't blame the kiddo! Kathy suggested that I start mixing more concentrated formula supplements so that he's getting more calories per ounce. When I asked what she thought about the endocrinology appointment I have scheduled for next Thursday, she said to go ahead and keep it. She still believes that the issue is solely food-related, but we agreed that it doesn't hurt to rule out any other possibilities. In addition to drawing blood, apparently they'll weigh him multiple times (to make sure they get a completely accurate measurement), so we'll know what six more days of hittin' the bottle cup helps in chunkin' up his tiny hiney. I pray that by then I see a number closer to 17 pop up on the scale. I'm just dying to see his little "X" jump back up to one of the curves on the growth chart! Of course, you can rest assured I'll continue to post updates...
Pudgy Porter wishes you a happy weekend!
1 comment:
Way to go, guys!! That's awesome!
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