This is the second heart wrenching time I’ve been told my baby isn’t putting on weight and that they are dropping rapidly on the growth chart. The first was with my first daughter and I just can’t believe it has happened again.
Both my girls are followed the same pattern and to be honest it’s making me feel like a failure of a mother. Both preferred breast milk to solids. This might not seem like much but it means as my milk becomes less nutritious my children aren’t making up for it by supplementing their diet with proper food! In fact they are breast feeding at a crazy rate trying to sustain themselves on the milk alone. Unfortunately no matter how much they drink its just not enough to sustain them and they simply stop growing.
Feeding your child so they grow is a pretty basic skill one needs to be a successful parent. In fact most of my friends seem to find that this is a non issue. You’d thinking making food and getting your child to eat it would be easy. Like they say they won’t starve themselves, or if they’re hungry they’ll eat.
I’ve never found two pieces if advice more infuriating because both of my children refused to eat to their detriment. Sure they didn’t starve themselves but they both ate so little they stop growing. To me that shows a fundamental flaw in their well meaning advice. Babies sometimes don’t eat enough to keep themselves healthy, they eat just enough to survive but not to flourish.
It has made meal times the most stressful times of my day. I sit there for an hour at times singing, jumping around, distracting. I’s truck them by giving them something they really wanted to put in their mouth but just as they opened their little mouth I would shovel a spoonful of food in there, only for them to spit it out. Tv on, tv off. Tears from me, tears from them. Finger food, baby lead weaning, force feeding, following them around the room squirting mouthfuls of food in their mouth. It even got to the point where i’d leave food on the floor because I knew they’d pop that straight in their mouth. In all honesty most of my days have been spent in a state of high anxiety trying to get my daughters to eat. It’s gotten so bad at times that 4 baked beans was an achievement.
I think the most heart breaking thing is that this time I’d decided after months of feeding time struggles that I’d listen to those people that said she wouldn’t starve and I just let her eat as she wanted, I’d find most of her finger food squashed under her bottom, 2 spoonfuls was ok because I refused to keep having such a stressful time 3 times a day. Food should be fun not an anxiety attack causing event. Only to notice that in over 2 months she was still fitting into the same clothes with no change in how they were fitting her.
I decided to go see a doctor for her 1 year check and see if my suspicions were in fact a reality. When the nurse came back with her weight marked on the growth chart which clearly showed no weight gain for 2 months I had to hold back tears. She tried to explain it was ok but she’d have to be monitored, I didn’t say anything because I knew the only sound that would escape my mouth would be the sound of me weeping at my failure as a mother. I couldn’t believe it, I’d done it twice! I lacked the skills to nourish my baby so they would grow. I felt like one if those neglectful parents that are on the news for starving their child.
The doctor asked me if I’d tried distracting her, finger foods or just more variety. I flashed back to all those hours spent desperately trying to get her to eat and I felt like yelling at her. Of course I’d tried everything. Did she think that my skills were that lacking that I’d given her a bowl if gruel which she refused to eat and I’d just given up?
I’ve begun the long journey of trying to get my daughter to gain weight. It’s a matter of cutting down her breast feeds, it’s working to some degree. It’s still an ordeal at meal times but more is going in instead if being stored under her bum or being spat back out at me. This might seem pretty obvious and I can’t believe I’ve made the same mistake twice. However when all your child will have is beast milk it’s so hard to refuse that to them because you fear they will starve. My fear of starving my girls therefore breast feeding them on demand has actual led them to starve themselves as my milk just wasn’t enough.
It’s seems such a simple thing feeding your child, before I became a mother feeding was not an issue I even thought to be stressed about, birth, breast feeding, sleep deprivation were all those scary topics talked about having issues with. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined how the simple act of trying to get my baby to eat could cause me so much heartache. I know you all mean well but please don’t tell me that children won’t starve themselves, it’s true they won’t but it’s such a hollow comfort when you are in the midst of your child withering away.