Simply Thick

Nine months

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Stella's a little shy in the pool--at first.

Stella's a little shy in the pool--at first.

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 stop at Bellevue’s Downtown Park beforehand), and a walk to Gasworks Park. The next day, we went in to Dr. N’s office for her nine-month check-up. Ah, yes. Time for those dreaded percentiles.

Cody and I let out a sigh of relief and our shoulders dropped about six inches upon seeing the number on the scale: 19 pounds, 2 ounces. We knew that if she wound up at 19 pounds or so, she’d be at or above the 50th percentile for weight. I know, I know. It doesn’t even matter. One look at Stella tells you how happy and healthy she is. But we’ve got a nasty, lingering case of feeding aversion/tube-induced PTSD  and are grateful for any extra reassurance.

After the measurements were taken, the doctor came in, shook our hands and started tapping away on his touchscreen. He’d plugged in Stella’s stats in order to show us her growth curves, charted electronically.

“Look at this beautiful curve, ” he said, highlighting the fact that Stella’s weight was right between the 50th and 75th percentiles, just as it had been at her six-month check-up. He continued, with a bit of sing-songy positivity in his voice (which I loved), “And this curve looks great…” We saw that, for length/height, she was in the 75th percentile, just like last time. We were flying high.

Then, pointing to a dot, adrift above the highest percentile curve, he noted, “And this is how smart your baby is.” He was kidding, of course, but her head size was clearly “off the charts,” as they say. Last time, it’d been on the highest curve. Her head circumference has risen by a few percentiles between each check-up apparently. It’s not uncommon, really, and not a concern. Unless it keeps going, of course. In which case learning to walk will be a lot more challenging.

In short, Stella is thriving. Her doctor told us to feed her solids three times a day (I’d limited it to two, fearing that she might not take enough from the bottle otherwise), and to stop tracking how much formula she takes outside of that. He also suggested changing her formula to the normal 20-calorie-per-ounce concentration, which we have done. At one point, in the wake of all this, I stuttered, worriedly, with what I’m sure was a look of concern and confusion, “Um, so, like, h-how much f-formula does she NEED now?” The doctor kindly told us that we’d worried enough, and that we could stop now. Worry had become like air to us. So we are pretty much adapting to life on a new planet.

He also pointed out that, in a way, we are allowing Stella to wean herself off of the Ranitidine by not upping the dose as she grows. It reminded me of the progress she’s made int hese last three months. She’d been on two reflux medications until a couple months ago. We’ve lowered the amount of Simply Thick we put in her bottles, with the goal of soon weaning her off of that, too. She is back to the “normal” caloric density for formula–just like I’d predicted (boldy, it felt at the time) in her early tube-free days.

And that brings me to my point. So often, these days, when I look at Stella’s impossibly beautiful, beaming face, I can’t help but cry. Especially when she laughs. I remember, somewhere in the dark, dark days of December, bawling at most commercials. Our situation and those post-partum hormones were brutal–even bland Sleep Country USA ads opened deep, previously forgotten psychic wounds, apparently. But there was something especially gripping about the “Peace on Earth” spot for Pampers. Those soft, gorgeous baby faces! Those cherubic, chubby cheeks! Yes, those cheeks. Those cheeks, free from evidence of medical intervention. Those perfect baby lips, moving as if the baby is nursing in her dreams. They tormented me. Because to Stella, eating was a nightmare, not a dream, and our view of her angel face was obscured by two kinds of tape and a long yellow tube. Those babies were chubby and sleeping in a sprawled out fashion–not being force-fed while sleeping swaddled and strapped into a giant foam wedge. That commercial just seemed cruel to me at the time.

I go into her room and look at Stella every night before I go to sleep–despite that fact that by doing so I risk letting our super creaky floor wake her up. I have to do it. How could I miss out on the most beautiful sight imaginable? It is a triumph, a joy and a reminder to be grateful. I just watched the Pampers commercial again. And I have to say, Stella would fit right in with that bunch of sleeping angels–those arrogant bastards.

Simply thick. But thankful.

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Stella is currently enjoying a concert by Daddy as I assess the day’s progress. Today’s bottle feeding went pretty well. Not on the same level as yesterday, but there was a major bright spot: she polished off an entire bottle at her last feeding!

A probable explanation for today’s dip in overall intake, besides the fact that we tried to feed her during an appointment (she usually seems too distracted to eat when we are in an unfamiliar place), is that we used our last packet of Simply Thick last night, having failed to order more in time. This lapse on our part was simply, well, thick. At first we were unconvinced of the effectiveness of thickening. But this weekend, we finally found a thickener-to-formula ratio and nipple combination that seemed to be working, then promptly ran out of thickener. This morning’s feedings were left “thin, “so not surprisingly, she didn’t take as much from those bottles. However, this afternoon our wonderful occupational therapist, Robin Glass, hooked us up with a couple packets to tide us over until our delivery arrives (which should be tomorrow). With the proper balance restored, Stella proceeded to down a full feeding of 115 mls in no time flat. 

The thickener doesn’t just make the formula easier to swallow. It also helps with Stella’s reflux as it’s heavier and doesn’t come back up as easily. Stella usually sounds pretty phlegmy due to her reflux–there’s a rattling in her throat. In the short time since we’ve thickened her feedings, Stella’s breathing sounds more clear, perhaps an indication that her reflux is being kept at bay.

I’m so used to having to set up a pump or gravity feed when she’s had enough of the bottle, I almost don’t know what to do with myself when she finishes one. But inevitably, I wind up dancing around the house with Stella in my arms. (I almost always put on Christmas music when I feed Stella these days, to keep the mood cheerful and mellow.)

Robin Glass isn’t the only person to whom we owe thanks. A few days ago, we found out that Stella’s formula costs $43 per 14-ounce can. In four weeks, we’d rung up a formula bill of close to $1,000! On top of that, insurance was refusing to cover the formula, pump, and various other feeding supplies that Stella currently requires. After Cody spoke with the insurance company, we’d pretty much given up and were about to apply (probably in vain) for financial aid from Seattle Children’s Home Care, from which we order Stella’s supplies every other week or so. At the same time, as back-up, we did some quick online research and discovered that Elecare is offered online by the manufacturer at a slightly better price.  However, to our amazement, a representative of Home Care named Skylar somehow convinced the insurance company to cover everything! We are so grateful and plan to send a little holiday gift Skylar’s way.

With no appointments tomorrow, Stella and I can take it easy and simply enjoy the day together. We’ll go for our walk, take care of some household chores (with Stella in her beloved Baby Bjorn), and hopefully do some dancing as well.

Lucky 14?

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Stella takes a step forward...

Stella takes a step forward...

It’s great that my appetite is back. Because I have some words to eat. In my last post, regarding Friday’s doctor appointment and weigh-in, I stated, “I’m certain that she won’t have gained the ounce per day that the doctor would prefer to see.” Over the two previous weeks, she’d gained ten ounces total, or five ounces a week. So I expected more of the same, since we’d only increased her intake by about 20 mls a day. It had been exactly one week since her last appointment, so a good gain would’ve been seven ounces. Well, Stella somehow managed to gain 11 ounces! She now weighs 14 pounds! We were amazed and encouraged.

Her doctor said that this type of weight gain suggests that there’s no obstruction or other structural problem. The food is passing through her system and being digested and utilized for growth. (Though, Stella will still have an abdominal ultrasound on Wednesday, just to be sure.) As her reflux and cow’s milk protein intolerance have been treated, the good doctor believes that this is now strictly a feeding issue that will resolve in time.

Friday’s second appointment, our foray into Cranial Osteopathy, was fascinating and uplifting. We are now seeing Dr. Devorah Steinecker, a holistic pediatrician–an M.D. with additional training in neurology, developmental pediatrics and pediatric osteopathy.  She was incredibly optimistic about Stella’s condition and totally confident in her ability to resolve Stella’s feeding issue.

I learned so much at this appointment, about an area of medicine I didn’t even know existed until a few days ago. My understanding is very limited, but in a nutshell, Dr. Steinecker believes that Stella’s issues were caused or exacerbated by compression to the skull that occurred during birth. An intense, 32-hour labor and the transverse (sideways)  positioning of Stella’s head put a ton of extra stress on her skull, focused mainly on the the occipital (rear) bone (which is composed of four parts in newborns), where the nerves controlling swallowing, appetite and digestion are located. The plates of the skull are designed to move and compress during birth, but Stella was subjected to an extreme amount of pressure, resulting in more compression of the bones and nerves in that area. Through gentle, hands-on manipulation, Dr. Steinecker can make tiny adjustments to the bones’ positioning, restoring balance, relieving tension, and freeing those nerves to function properly. That’s just my basic, quasi-ignorant understanding. If you have a question, please leave it in a comment and I’ll do my best!

We went back to Dr. Steinecker for a second appointment the next day, on Saturday evening, to speed things along. I’m almost afraid to say this, but we may already be seeing improvement. On the way home from yesterday’s appointment, Stella seemed hungry so I offered her the bottle. She took 50 mls while in her carseat, as we were driving. She didn’t fight the bottle, and gulped it down quickly and comfortably. This is pretty much unheard of. To feed Stella, I have to hold her in my right arm while standing and performing deep squats to provide her with a calming, steady bouncing motion while facing Christmas lights or another mesmerizing visual distraction. Later that evening, she took 100 mls, easily. As you may recall, her first bottle of the day is “always the worst” (more words to eat?). But this morning, she took an entire 115-milliliter bottle in five minutes. At her second bottle, she took 85. Holy crap.

Of course, other efforts may help explain this apparent upswing in bottle feeding. The new ratio of formula to thickener (one packet of Simply Thick to eight ounces of formula) along use of a number three Dr. Brown’s brand nipple (instead of a number two) seems to be a great combination for Stella. We don’t want to get ahead of ourselves, and we anticipate more ups and downs, but we are seeing progress!

Last night, it snowed in Seattle. The first flakes fell as we left her appointment with Dr. Steinecker. Snow always sparks excitement in me, probably due to giddy memories of sledding and snow days, crucial parts of any east coast upbringing. At the same time, snow makes the world seem more peaceful. At that moment, as we walked outside and admired the flurry illuminated in the street light, all seemed right in the world. Tube and all. There was, and is, a sense that the tube will be gone soon. When Stella is ready.