Infantile Observations with BabyBeara

We returned to the doctor today after our one week sentence of formula 3 times a day. First off it took 3 days just to get him to take the formula, so I’m taking some credit for the weight gain here.

The nurse took us in and we weighed. Last week we were 9lbs 2oz, this week we came in at 9lbs 10oz, putting us 2oz over what the doctor wanted to see. I think it was partially in thanks to this growth spurt that’s been making him eat tons more. Which last night, he ate normal according to schedule every two hours.

So we are good, no more weigh ins, just returning for our immunizations next month, which we dread. I’m probably going to cry for him, I hate to see him upset so in pain is beyond my level of emotional tolerance. This guy has my heart wrapped around his finger and he doesn’t even know it yet. I’m doomed when he finds out.

Today was Baby Beara’s first doctor visit and wouldn’t you know he didn’t pass? The boy isn’t eating enough! His birth weight was 9lbs 5oz and he’s now at 9lbs 2.4oz, so the doctor sentenced him to formula, three times a day.

I’m going to say it’s not TMI, it’s just life, but we are breast feeding. I plan to breast feed at least for a year so needless to say, I am not excited about adding formula. But his doctor doesn’t want it given as meals, just at the end to boost his calories. The fun part? I tried twice already today and he doesn’t like it. The first try, he scrunched his face at me and spit it all back out. On the second try he ate a little but eventually just let the bottle drip into his mouth until it filled up and leaked out of the corners of his mouth. Silly baby.

Though secretly I’m just glad I’m still his preference :)

Otherwise he passed all the other check ups perfect. His circumcision looked great, nice and healed up. And his belly button was perfect, even though I was worried sick about it. That umbilical cord freaked me out when it fell off, all smelly and leaky, bleh.

In other news, Baby Beara shot me today, right in the chest. I was changing his diaper… no, I hadn’t even made it that far yet. I was peeking to see if he was done and well, he wasn’t. His aim is superb, potty training should be a breeze!