My Little Piglet

I noticed just about a week ago that Davis’s onesies were starting to look a little small. When I put them on him, his legs remained bent at the knees even when he tried to stretch them out and the collar area of the shirt seemed to show a little too much of his chest. I figured, okay, it’s time to move up a size.

The only issue with moving up is that most of the 0 to 3 month onesies say that they will fit a baby up to 12 pounds. This can’t be right, I thought to myself, there is no way Davis can weigh 12 pounds…10, maybe, but not 12. After a few more days of trying to make him fit into newborn size onesies, I decided I’d pull out some of the ones that were a size bigger – 3 to 6 months. He acted relieved. Finally, he could stretch out his legs, his chest was covered, and his sleeves went down to the wrist instead of being three quarter length. We truly had know idea how much he weighed, because we don’t even own an adult scale.

But, today we had to go to the doctor. For the past couple of days, I had been seeing a dot of blood in his poop. Before I delivered Davis, I read about how obsessed parents were with poop, the color, the consistency, the aroma, and I thought they were crazy. That was until a few days ago when Davis’s poop changed colors and then there was the dot of blood. Not only that, but because of my hypersensitivity to my child, when I was breastfeeding him at midnight I felt his neck to find a pea-sized lump. I woke Tracy up yelling, “Feel this!” All of a sudden, my perfect child was falling apart. I calmed down just a little when I flipped him over to the other breast and found that he had one on that side too. Even still, I was a bit frantic and decided we were going to take advantage of the walk-in hours at the pediatrician’s office. We got there early and were second in line. The pediatrician reassured me and was close to certain that he was having a digestive sensitivity to something I ate. She said that it should clear up on its own, but to come back if it didn’t and I could call if I was just worried. How awesome is that? As for the lumps, the were normal lymph nodes. She didn’te even laugh at my hypochriacism.

Anyway, I said all that to say this, Davis now weighs 12 pounds 8 ounces. The doctor asked if he had been eating okay. She then looked at his weight and called him a little pig. No wonder he has to wear 3 to 6 month onesies.

2 thoughts on “My Little Piglet”

  1. Michelle, you are made for motherhood. I love it and I am sure that Davis will give you more surprises. Davis loves that milk and all the goods that are in it. Tracy you are a wonderful Dad and a very attentive husband? I just have one question? Has Davis changed your lifestyle? It is like he has always been there isn’t it. Love you all

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