Cow’s milk and other assorted beverages

I have somehow neglected to mention that Stella is now enjoying dairy. Holy cow! Yep, it appears that Stella has outgrown her cow's milk protein intolerance. Or, who knows, maybe she never had it and something else in my milk was bothering her--like toxic waste. Toxic waste from my boobs. We may never know. I'm… Continue reading Cow’s milk and other assorted beverages

My deal with an adorable devil

As usual, I don't know where to begin. Over the past two weeks, I have experienced the low of crying while lying sprawled on the floor with a string of snot connecting my nose to the carpet to the high of many truly perfect moments with a happy, big-bellied Stella smiling in the sun. We… Continue reading My deal with an adorable devil

Goodnight, milk.

A couple of weeks ago, I threw out 341 ounces of frozen breastmilk. That was just the bottom shelf. I still need to clear out the top one. It has been six months since the last of it was pumped, rendering my precious milk expired. At the beginning, every half ounce was sacred. Toward the… Continue reading Goodnight, milk.

Open wide

So, as I reported earlier, we visited Seattle Children's Hospital this week to see Robin, Stella's wonderful and very wise occupational therapist. We wanted to check in and see how Stella is doing with solids. We were worried because she wasn't eating as much as a nine-month-old is "supposed to" by now. She had not… Continue reading Open wide

Behold: Tube weaning research and guidelines

When is the last time a research paper made you cry? Around the time of Stella's wean, and since then, I've come across information that moved me on many levels. I'd like to pass along these sought-after papers to as many parents (of children and babies with feeding aversions and NG tubes or g-tubes) as… Continue reading Behold: Tube weaning research and guidelines

Nine months

So, Stella has been outside the womb for just about as long as she was in it. This seems like a big milestone to me and my uterus. Stells (that's not a typo--it's one of our nicknames for her) celebrated her nine-month birthday on Sunday. The occasion was marked with a Waterbabies class (with a… Continue reading Nine months

Firsts and fiascos in Boston.

Wow. We just returned from Boston and I honestly don't know where to begin. It was Stella's first plane trip and travel experience. In fact, the  ordeal adventure was  loaded with firsts--for me and Stella Bella. 1.) Stella crawled--really crawled--for the first time. This is big. As elated as I am that Stella triumphantly reached… Continue reading Firsts and fiascos in Boston.

Wrong again. Then right.

There have been so many times during our seven months with Stella when we thought we had everything figured out, only to discover that we were completely wrong. Back when she was refusing to eat and not gaining much weight, before her two months with the tube, we were, at one point, convinced that the… Continue reading Wrong again. Then right.

Stella Hungry.

Stella took a little more than 34 ounces (1,030 mls) of 24-calorie-per-ounce formula today. The high end of normal for this age is 32 ounces of 20-calorie-per-ounce breast milk or formula. She's been eating like this for a few days. Holy moly. We stopped giving her Prevacid. She is now only taking Zantac. Yay for… Continue reading Stella Hungry.

Wheel! Of! Feeding!

It occurred to me today that feeding Stella is like being on The Wheel of Fortune, a show that I've always loathed. As she's eating, I'm basically thinking, "Big Money! Big Money!" When she's done with the bottle, I look to see how much she's eaten--200 mls or more is the equivalent of landing on… Continue reading Wheel! Of! Feeding!