Two months ago at Caleb's 2 year well-baby we were told that he had fallen below the curves on both height and weight. He was only 21 1/2 pounds and 31 3/4 inches at 2 years old. This put him very much under the 3rd percentile for both. The doctor was concerned because he had fallen from the 4th percentile in weight and from the 10th percentile in height. We were to do everything we could to try to get him to grow which meant feeding him until he was stuffed and then feeding him some more. Well, this child has never had a problem eating. He is two and has never been through that toddler stage where they won't eat. The problem is getting the amount of food he eats to translate into growth.
If he didn't gain 3/4 pound and/or grown 1 inch in two months then we would have to look at doing a bunch of blood work and other tests on him. Needless to say, we have spent the last two months concerned about every bite the child didn't put in his mouth. Today we had the follow-up appointment to have him re-measured. He performed like a superstar. My kids are definitely over achievers.
He weighed in at 22 1/2 pounds today putting him back up in the 4th percentile for weight. His height was recorded in at 33 1/3 inches putting him back in the 10th percentile for height. He earned a reprieve today. The doctor is still not ruling out testing altogether. We have to keep an eye on him and he will be going in for routine height/weight checks to make sure he continues to grow well. The next appointment will be in April. This means we get to continue our trips to the coffee shop for pumpkin bread and/or oatmeal raisin cookies. And of course, when we get those treats mommy gets a coffee. It works out for all of us. How ironic is it that Aaron and I both work our butts off to try to lose weight and both of our kids are under weight? It just doesn't seem fair. Why can't I just transfer my fat to them?
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