"Perhaps he's too weak to wake himself up?" she suggested.
I nearly exploded with indignation. Eddy, of the three, is by far my happiest, smiliest, most contented baby. There couldn't possibly be anything wrong with him.
|Aged 12 weeks|
By about ten weeks, the health professionals were suggesting that I give him formula. "But I have plenty of milk! He feeds very well. Isn't it good to breastfeed your baby? It worked for the other two..."
Of course, I knew better, and ignored this advice until it was time to return to work and I needed to give Eddy formula. As he began weaning he displayed a very healthy appetite, and never rejected a single food, often demanding 'seconds' right from six months. Nothing wrong there, then. Except that he continued to show poor weight gain until he dropped off the bottom of the chart. He also didn't seem to want to sit up. In an effort to get as much fat as possible into his diet, I frantically grated cheese into every meal I prepared for him.
Eventually we were referred to a consultant paediatrician. I had to concede that there was a problem. Various tests ensued. None of which we have had the results for as yet. Suddenly it all got a little bit scary.
The consultant suggested that we eliminate dairy products entirely from Eddy's diet for 6-8 weeks, in spite of establishing that he never seemed uncomfortable after meal times, or displayed any of the classic symptoms of having a cow's milk allergy. So we have a prescription formula free from cow's milk, and all dairy has gone from his diet. No more manic cheese-grating.
Three weeks in and Eddy has jumped a percentile on the weight charts. When I say 'jumped a percentile' what I actually mean is that he now registers somewhere on the chart instead of hovering below it in the blank space of nothingness. He has also, aged eight months, learned how to sit unaided.
Could it really be as simple as that? We won't know for sure for a little while longer, but, fingers crossed!