Today, we had our review with our dietician, Lovely Ruth. It had been a few months since we saw her and although I had the familiar butterflies, I was largely very confident with the progress Wriggles has been making with trying out new foods, textures both orally and otherwise and her acceptance with mealtimes generally. She has made huge strides with her oral motor skills this year, learning how to chew and push food around her mouth. I hoped for at the least a gold star!
In the weighing room though, I began to catch a whiff of reality as they furtively plotted her height and weight. I knew from regular weigh-ins at baby clinic and the fact her ribs have suddenly got visible that although she isn't consistently dropping weight, that her weight is very unstable. I tentatively asked how the dreaded graph was looking. She has dropped another centile, in weight and also in height for the first time.
Although never exactly beefy, I used to have a vaguely chubby baby. When we started out weaning, Wriggles was quite healthy looking and cheerfully sitting around the 50th centile. Even after her intensive care foray, she still stuck not too far from there. Even after the dreadful summer of hospital admissions, she didn't stray stupidly from her line, and sat around the 25th centile mark with her height nicely matching up. No one was really overly bothered about the chart at this point. She wasn't doing anything overly silly, although no one was quite listening to me about the lack of eating anything. Ironically, at the height of her reflux when she was vomiting large amounts nearly every feed, she was around her heaviest.
And then, bit by bit, it all began to fall away and over the last few weeks I began to uncomfortably notice my child is resembling a xylophone. I know part of it is that she is growing up and loosing the baby features and also is a lot more mobile and full of beans. But to keep being full of beans and keep her development fuelled, she really needs energy. And energy, as my biology lessens taught me, comes from food. She is already at a disadvantage with slightly dodgy lungs thanks to prematurity, so she needs even more energy than your average mad toddler. Ideally when your baby or child is learning to eat, it helps to have some weight to play with as they might yo-yo whilst dropping milk feeds to accommodate food and tasting through things finding out what they may or may not like. Unfortunately, this is where we hit our snag. Sitting at the bottom of the blasted graph, we now has no weight to play with and an all-too-well documentation of having "no reserves." And thanks to acquiring a dietician and a very interested paediatrician, now the graph does matter and we are very much on the radar of the team again. We now have to make 'plans' and have 'options'. And I'm not just talking choosing lunchbox items.
