Thursday, August 30, 2012
I knew it was going to be bad, and so I feared the worst. After all, the last time I said "No big deal" we ended up needing three months of speech therapy at the hospital followed by surgery. I knew she had lost about 2 pounds due to her bad cold and her sudden and immediate distaste for pediasure. Added bonus: yesterday at daycare she puked twice and had 2 bouts of diarrhea. She weighed in at 20 lbs 11 ozs. Technically up 3 ozs from the last time we saw the GI but still nothing to be happy about. He prescribed Duocal to put into her meal. Evidently it's a tasteless powder that you sprinkle in to food to add calories. It's like 42 calories a spoonful or something. Unfortunately he said that if she doesn't gain the weight she needs to (3 lbs to be on the curve, 6 to be "Average"), he will do an upper endoscopy to biopsy some stuff and make sure everything's normal. I really don't want that to happen. Must. Fatten. Baby!