After beginning my journey as a mom with enough milk to feed quadruplets the last words I ever expected to hear from a doctor were, "Your baby hasn't gained any weight." She actually said it much more sweetly and gently than that, but my eyes had been filled with tears from the second the nurse read the number on the scale. I knew that was not right.
We talked about what possible causes might be. We talked treatment options. And the whole time I felt like my world was falling apart. That probably sounds really dramatic. He wasn't being diagnosed with cancer. No one was implying I was a bad mom. But, as my husband said later, hearing your child isn't gaining weight hits at the heart of who we are as his parents. We are his providers, his care takers, the one's who should notice first if anything is amiss. And we missed it. We saw the spit up and thought "all babies do that", we noticed his diapers seemed less wet and thought, "he must be metabolizing the food more effectively.", we knew he was skinny, but we were both thin babies, especially me.
I've gotten past blaming myself. Although all these signs are so obvious in hindsight, to a first time mom, they're not so apparent. That's why doctors have you make well baby visits. These problems can be easily corrected. They just need to be caught.
Basically we are feeding him more. He gets 3 meals/day of solids plus I've added additional nursing sessions. The awesome news is, it's working. We don't have a scale here (part of why we didn't know there was a problem in the first place) but already we've seen a huge increase in his "output". In fact he started nursing so much that I started having concerns that I wasn't producing enough for him, but as usual, the troops have rallied and I seem to have plenty once more.
We are also keeping him upright after his feedings, this in combination with the rice cereal, seems to really be helping the food stay down. He spits up, but not like before.
It's been a hard two days of processing all the emotions that came with this, pumping like crazy to help get my supply boosted more quickly and have milk to put in his cereal, and the endless effort on my part it takes to keep him upright for 30 minutes after a meal when all he wants to do is go scoot around on the floor. But this morning I feel like I can breathe again. I don't know if he will gain weight, but I know we are getting more food in him and that makes me feel so relieved.
Thanks to everyone who has offered words of encouragement. They've been much needed.
Hopefully we'll be adding some chub to this guy soon: