Yesterday was not a good day. N cried for the majority of it (followed by the same that night -the joys of teething). But that wasn't the worst of it.
We got N weighed. The good news was that he had put on weight. The bad news was that he has almost dropped a percentile making me feel like a complete failure as a breast feeding mum.
When I asked the HV about it she said that it was only bad if N has dropped two percentiles but that minuscule drop in the dot on ten line made me feel as small as the dot itself. I was met with "he'll be on solids in a couple of months".
Having obsessed over Google in the afternoon, I know that the wee guy is completely fine and that for breast fed babies it is completely normal to move around the percentiles. Yet I still want to get top marks for helping my baby to grow as he should be (or at least how the magic red book tells me).
Needless to say its double portions for N for the next two weeks. Nom nom.
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