I took a bath with Lila last week for the first time and now I need an intervention. As the clock ticks toward 6 p.m. all I can think about is my next fix complete with bubbles, dimmed lights and one seriously happy baby. Ok, so I don’t bath with her every day, but almost. Lila loves her baths anyway, but now that I’ve joined her she looks forward to them almost as much as I do. Last week, she laughed for the first time — in the bathtub. Melt.
Baths aside, Lila is doing quite well. My only complaint is that feeding her continues to be a constant struggle. Some days are better than others, but overall, she’s a very difficult baby to feed. At her last appointment, the doctor noticed she was beginning to fall off of the growth curve for weight, so he suggested we wake her in the middle of the night for a feeding. How ironic that we have a baby who sleeps through the night, yet we have to wake her up. Babies are “supposed” to take in 2.5-3x their body weight. For Lila, that would be 26.25 to 31.25 ounces. Since we’ve been waking her, she’s still only taking in 22 to 27 ounces a day. Not bad, but not great.
My main concern is that Lila prefers to be asleep or nearly sleeping for all of her feedings. If she’s hungry and I try to feed her, she arches her back and SCREAMS! So I have to calm her down, give her the pacifier and wait until she’s nearly asleep to give her the bottle. It’s quite the bait-and-switch process. The doctor knows about my concern and says this can be a sign of reflux, but not to be concerned, every baby has some reflux. I remain worried and concerned. I am considering taking her to the feeding clinic at Children’s Hospital, but will probably wait until her six-month appointment to see if things improve and see what her pediatrician recommends.
I also went out and bought my own baby scale. A home health nurse showed up yesterday from Children’s and her scale showed that Lila had only gained 3 ounces in 8 days. Normal weight gain would be 4 to 8 ounces in 8 days. I’m frustrated that every time a nurse comes, it’s someone different with a different scale. I also don’t think it’s necessary for these nurses to continue coming once-a-week just for weight checks. Yesterday I had to ask the nurse to put on gloves before administering Lila’s Synagis shot. Some of them lack the kind of professionalism you want to see in someone caring for your child. They wear jeans instead of scrubs. Yesterday’s nurse wore her hair long with a dirty hair tie wrapped around her wrist and a dirty purse slung over her shoulder as she examined my baby. I guess I could bring up my concerns to the hospital — and probably will — but instead of being the mother who’s constantly complaining about these things, I would rather take matters into my own hands, hence the baby scale purchase. Now there’s no need for the weekly nurse visits, unless I request one. By the way, my scale showed a 5.5 ounce increase in 8 days, which is well within normal limits.
These feeding issues drive me crazy some days. Feedings are supposed to be enjoyable by both baby and mom. Half the time they are not and I get frustrated. I cry. Lila gets frustrated. She cries. This is where those baths come in handy. We both forget about that damn bottle for a few minutes and enjoy our time together in the warm water. I think we have a water baby on our hands, folks. Oh, the irony. The baby who grew inside me without amniotic fluid loves to be surrounded by water. Go figure.