
This week brought Mom and Dad to Colorado to visit and meet their new grandson. They showed up at the house around 8pm on Tuesday. They brought with them a whole suitcase full of baby things like clothes, blankets, etc. Just when I had finished putting all of the more recent gifts away properly – now to start all over again. Sigh. Oh well, I guess I can’t really complain about it since they are gifts. Of course that brings to light even more thank you letters to write, a task that never seems to end these days. Someone needs to figure out how to put more hours in the day so these can get done.
Wednesday we had the second PKU test done for Kiernan. It is routine that one PKU test is done within the first 24-48 hours after birth and another at 8-10 days after birth. As part of this visit to the doctor’s office they checked his weight as well. Babies lose 10% of their body weight during the first week typically. Kiernan had lost a couple of ounces over that 10%. As I found out later, it really was nothing to worry about, but the doctor (not his usual doctor, one of the partners) decided otherwise. She came in and asked that I feed him as much as he would take and then we offer him 2 oz. of formula.
Much to my dismay he took almost the full 2 oz. of formula. The result was a baby that howled in pain during the next 24 hours while the formula worked its way through his system.
I have been against feeding formula to my son since before he was born and yet it is considered the norm in today’s world to do just that. Breastfeeding is proven to be far better than formula can ever hope to be and offers all kinds of benefits that no man-made concoction could ever achieve. Alas, I digress.
The result of the appointment was a referral to a lactation consultant and a follow-up weight check to be sure Kiernan was gaining and not losing weight going forward. Still, I was so upset from the formula feeding that I was flustered for the remainder of the day.
I called our doula for her thoughts and suggestions and then went to a lactation consultant. The lactation consultant offered some suggestions, which I immediately put to use and started seeing the difference in Kiernan right away (babies learn quickly when it comes to feeding). I bought a breast pump to help increase supply as well. The next day, I ran to Vitamin Cottage for some herbs that are known to assist with milk supply for nursing moms just in case. Within a day or so I could tell the combination of things were working. For the weigh in that was scheduled for Friday, Kiernan was expected to gain 1.5 ozs.
Meanwhile, Mom surprises me with the deer-in-the-headlights look when holding Kiernan and he starts fussing. Mom works in a daycare with toddlers – of all people I would have expected her to know how to deal with that, but I guess I was wrong. Dad on the other hand appears to handle fussy babies like a pro, quieting Kiernan down with little to no effort at all. I actually handed Kiernan off to them one morning where he wouldn’t go back to sleep, but I made a valiant effort and persisted until 5:45am first.
Friday finally arrived and Kiernan weighed in at 3 oz. heavier than the last weigh in. We exceeded expectations with how much he gained, however the doctor has asked to see him for another weight check next Monday.
My review of week 2 – this week went much smoother than week 1 since we now know a little better what we are doing and what works and what doesn’t. Having Mom and Dad around helped immensely. The whole weight gain thing was very disconcerting for me but it looks like we are making headway on it, so no reason to be concerned, I guess. Still, nothing can make you feel like a failure at breastfeeding like a doctor telling you that your kid should be weighing more and pushing formula on you. Something interesting to note – doctors are not taught much of anything about breastfeeding and what is normal and what is not as far as the weight gain from it goes.