At Mr. Theodore's two-month check-up he weighed in on the small side.
On the really, really small side.
I answered all the questions...
How often was he feeding, how long?
Is he sleeping, fussy, spitting up?
Mr. Theodore has always been a lazy eater.
Slow to latch, nodding off every few minutes, sleeping for long stretches.
Letting him dictate the schedule was obviously not working.
I cried in the parking lot.
Called a lactation nurse and cried on the phone with her.
Then we made a plan.
The plan was simple.
Increase feedings which should increase his weight.
If that didn't work, then we would have to dig deeper...
check his latch, how much he was taking in and so on.
The new schedule:
Theodore eats every two hours - around the clock...
with one stretch up to four hours at night.
This is a forced feeding.
I wake him up and keep him up - making him angry - he latches better when angry.
Even resorting to taking an ice pack and touching it to his baby toes.
Five days later and we were back for a weight check.
He needed to gain at least 2 ounces.
He weighed in... 9 ounces heavier.
Over half a pound!
With the weight gain, I could now let him sleep longer at night.
However, Mr. Theodore loves his new schedule.
8:00 pm 10:00 pm, midnight, 3:30 am, 6:00 am, 8:00 am...
It is almost the exact schedule from his newborn days.
SO, he is happy but I am really tired.
Eventually, I know he will start to stretch things out...
but until then I am rocking the coffee and under eye concealer.