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Thank you to Emmie at "Better Make it A Double" for my subject line in her comment:

I'm so sorry you're dealing with this. I have a friend who dealt with this, and her GI put her arm around her and said, "failure to thrive is NOT failure to nurture!" She broke down crying at that point, because it gave voice to having to hear that awful term, and all the guilt she felt even though she was doing everything right, as I'm sure you are. I hope you get some answers soon. I think you're doing an incredible job with those three (plus one more).

My pediatrician said something similar as he was writing the diagnosis on my check-out form on Tuesday. He warned me that I'd see that diagnosis there, but it doesn't mean she won't thrive and it doesn't mean she's failing, "and it doesn't mean you're failing," he said. I was lucky that I wasn't freaked out by the diagnosis, but I was so overcome with emotion at how sensitively he handled that… if I'd been a different kind of mother and I hadn't been forewarned about that diagnosis code, I might have freaked the heck out. I love my pediatrician. I've known him for about ten years (long before I was married, let alone had kids), and every year he impresses me more and more. This week was no exception. Tuesday he wrote failure to thrive in her diagnosis box and referred us to a pediatric gastroenterologist. He warned me that I probably wouldn't be able to schedule an appointment immediately but told me to schedule the appointment then call him and he'd call over there and make them fit me in sooner. As it happened, the scheduler first offered me an appointment with my preferred doctor (Dr. D.) in March, but I sniffled at her and said, "I've got a four month old preemie who won't eat and hasn't grown at all in a month!" and they fit me in with a different practice member (Dr. C) the next day. My pediatrician's office faxed over Ellie's records that afternoon and life was good. Or so I thought.

Hey, did I mention I just started a new job? Fortunately, my client didn't even hesitate to say that of course I needed to go to the appointment and not to worry, the good news is I'm not working against any critical deadlines yet, so I should go and take care of my daughter. Whew. And so, on Wednesday, I took Ellie to see Dr. C, the pediatric gastroenterologist. And I hated her. HATED HER. She came in, started talking really fast, spewing numbers (I like numbers, numbers are good, but you know what else I like? I like a doctor who comes in and says, "Hi, what brings you in to see me today?" and takes some time to listen to me before they start spouting off numbers), and the breezed out of the room, back in again with instructions, a can of fortifier, and orders to return in a month to be reevaluated for consideration for an NG tube. The end. Okay, that's admittedly the Cliffs Notes version, so I'll back up. She wasn't all bad, and she did give me a lot of valuable information.

  1. Ellie is 37% underweight. She should be about 5 kilos. She's um, not.
  2. Ellie's eating pattern is not atypical for a preemie. Many preemies (not all) go through this pattern of sleeping through feeds, preferring to sleep rather than eat and refusing feeds because they are too sleepy. You have to sleep to grow and Ellie is trying to grow despite the fact that she does not have the caloric intake to support growth.
  3. The gastroenterologist does not believe that Ellie has any additional underlying physiological or anatomical anomaly or disorder which merits investigation at this time.
  4. Ellie needs to eat 480 calories per day to maintain her growth curve and up to 620 calories per day to catch up to where she should be on the growth curve. She is falling short of that by nearly 200 calories on our best days, despite our best efforts.
  5. There are two ways to increase Ellie's daily caloric intake:
    1. Increase the number of feedings per day (we've tried to do this, with little success, so in Ellie's case this would require putting an NG tube back in)
    2. Increase the number of calories per feeding by fortifying the expressed breast milk feedings that she gets (we've been fortifying to 22 calories per ounce, but that hasn't done enough)

That's all the good and/or neutral stuff from the visit. The problems centered around the fact that I couldn't get a word in edgewise and the fact that the gastroenterologist would ask a question about Ellie's eating pattern, not wait for the answer (or not be satisfied with how I was answering it, cut me off and make assumptions. That drove me a bit crazy and made me feel as if somehow this was all MY fault. For the first time, I found myself clinging to the thought that "Failure to Thrive is NOT Failure to Nurture." This is not my fault. Not my fault. I had to keep repeating that to myself, because I kept feeling like, "oh my gosh, if I'd just gotten one more feeding in, or kept my records differently, or oh-why-didn't-I-try-harder-to-wake-her-up-last-night??" I hate that I allowed her to make me feel that way. I hate it. Because I've worked so hard with Ellie. I've been at the doctor every week or every two weeks. I've fortified her milk. I've pushed extra feedings. I've done everything I can, and I know that, but her rapid-fire questions and her dissatisfaction with my answers just didn't made me feel like I could have done more.

"The nice thing about babies," she said, "is that it all boils down to simple equations. They are this tall, weigh this much, need this many calories. End of story."

My baby is not an equation! My baby is a person! My baby is a miracle, an angel sent to me by Hashem! My baby is more than numbers and formulas. My baby is special, darnit!

Her instructions were to fortify expressed breast milk to 28 calories per ounce for a month and bring her back in for reevaluation. If no significant improvement, we'll admit overnight to the hospital to put in an NG tube and teach me how to do it. Oh, and no breastfeeding. All the food she gets should be fortified. Oh, and please make sure to call and schedule that one month follow up immediately, because her next available appointment is IN a month. Have a nice day.

I left there realizing that a month of not breastfeeding my daughter would mean that Ellie would never breastfeed again. I left there realizing that with Abby not breastfeeding at all, that would mean pumping a full supply for Ellie, a full supply for Abby and 5 bottles per day for Sam (he usually only drinks 4 while I'm at work, but he's been known to drink 5). That's 21 bottles I'd have to pump. Right now I pump 13 bottles per day. It's just not going to happen. I was guaranteeing that one or more of my babies was going to end up on formula, in part or in whole. I am making NO judgments about formula-fed babies, but dammit, I have worked SO hard to keep these babies on exclusive breastmilk and I'm not giving that up. And if babies really do just boil down to equations and this really is all about the math then it doesn't make sense that I can't breastfeed. I should be able to give her 480 calories worth of fortified bottles and breastfeed any additional feedings, right? It's simple equations, right? RIGHT?

I left a message for my regular pediatrician that afternoon (thank heavens he doesn't work on Wednesdays, because I never would have been able to speak rationally to him that day). He called me the next morning and I told him I really hated Dr. C. And he said, "Okay, Tell me what happened." So I told him everything I told you just now, and I told him that I really felt like an NG tube would give us the most flexibility, allowing us to add extra feeds, enabling me to breastfeed as much as I wanted to (we could even do a gavage feeding WHILE I was breastfeeding, which I did a lot in the NICU), etc. I had even said to the gastroenterologist that I felt that the advantage to the NG tube was that it would enable me to preserve the breastfeeding and she said, "Yes, it would." I told my pediatrician that any solution that eliminated breastfeeding all together was not a solution if there was a viable alternative. It's just not acceptable. "No, it's not," he agreed. He did talk through some of the risks of home-managed NG tubes with me, and there certainly are risks that need to be respected, but he also knows us well enough to know that we can handle those risks, and he also agreed with me that the benefits outweighed the risks.

"I know it seems selfish, but I've just worked SO hard to not have to put my babies on formula and in one night Dr. C has undermined my ability to produce enough milk for all three babies. I had to pull six bottles of milk out of the freezer this morning with absolutely no hope of ever getting to put any back!"

And this is why I love him. Because here's how he responded: "Karen, it doesn't seem selfish, it's self-LESS. It's the most selfLESS thing you could possibly do for your babies. You are absolutely right that you can't sacrifice breastfeeding in the long run for a short term solution." See why I love him? I LOVE him!

And so, my pediatrician said he would call Dr. C. and advocate for moving forward with an NG tube and call me back once he had spoken with her. A few hours passed and he called me back and said, "Okay, here's what I was able to negotiate…" So the new plan is:

  1. I may breastfeed twice per day (She noted to my pediatrician that she had told me that I could breastfeed Ellie after a full bottle, which is true, she had said that after I'd asked the question, but his response was, "Yes, but we're talking about a little girl who we've been trying to convince to eat! She's not going to breastfeed effectively when she's exhausted from drinking a bottle!")
  2. I will bring Ellie back to my pediatrician in one week (Thursday) to be re-weighed. If she has not made significant improvement at that time, we will admit her for an NG tube.

"How does that sound to you?" he asked, in a rather trepidatious tone. I agreed that provided that it was just a week and that the discussion would not be closed at the end of that week I was fine with it. I have also ordered a digital baby scale so that I can accurately weigh Ellie before and after all breastfeeding sessions to calculate exactly how much she's eating so I know exactly how many calories she's getting per day, even with the breastfeeding sessions.

One problem we've been having is that Ellie isn't tolerating the 28 calorie bottles particularly well. She's thrown up a couple feeds, and this is a baby that NEVER spits up EVER. My pediatrician said it probably isn't sitting well in her stomach. The advantage to the NG tube is that we could push more feedings per day and therefore lower the concentration of calories per feed, which would be easier on her little tummy. We'll just see how it goes. Even with throwing up some feeds, she got 532 calories yesterday, which was a lot more than she's been getting, so I'm a lot more confident in her ability to grow and cope than I was before.

There's honestly a lot more detail I could put into this post, but I'm so exhausted just thinking about it now that I can't bear to write any more of the details. And THIS is why I still haven't gotten around to writing something as exhausting as my birth story!

What it boils down to is that I'm NOT worried about Ellie in the long run. I'm worried only about making it through the logistics of getting her through the next few weeks to get past this point of craziness. I know that ultimately she'll grow and thrive and bring me much joy, as she already brings me so much. I love her, and her three siblings, more than I ever thought possible. I cannot imagine my life without my four precious children.

Failure to Thrive

Ellie is officially “failing to thrive”. She weighed 7 pounds 7 ounces on January 4th. She weighed 7 pounds 8.4 ounces on January 22nd. We spent a full week adding extra calories to any expressed breast milk (EBM) bottles she received (3-4 per day while I’m at work, none on the weekend), and pushing feedings every 3 hours during the day.

Today she weighed… 7 pounds 8.4 ounces.

So we’re going to do a trial of Zantac, knowing that it probably won’t help because she’s not showing ANY of the classic signs of reflux except for failure to gain weight, but also knowing it won’t hurt either. And I’m making an appointment with a pediatric gastroenterologist who will hopefully have some more answers for us (though I’m not counting on it).

My poor, tiny Ellie.

Moo!

I have pumped 7432.5 ounces of milk since September 19th, 2007. That is 58 gallons of milk. That is not counting any of milk they’ve gotten from direct breast feeding. My next project is to add up the number of hours I’ve spent breast feeding. When this is all over, I’m totaling up all the gallons I pumped, the hours spent breast feeding, and the number of diapers changed (I have a log of all of this stuff) and I’m sending them a bill before they go off to college.

But seriously folks, I do it with love. Really. Still, 58 gallons??? Can you believe it? I can’t!

Moo!

I have pumped 7432.5 ounces of milk since September 19th, 2007. That is 58 gallons of milk. That is not counting any of milk they've gotten from direct breast feeding. My next project is to add up the number of hours I've spent breast feeding. When this is all over, I'm totaling up all the gallons I pumped, the hours spent breast feeding, and the number of diapers changed (I have a log of all of this stuff) and I'm sending them a bill before they go off to college.

But seriously folks, I do it with love. Really. Still, 58 gallons??? Can you believe it? I can't!

Failure to Thrive

Ellie is officially "failing to thrive". She weighed 7 pounds 7 ounces on January 4th. She weighed 7 pounds 8.4 ounces on January 22nd. We spent a full week adding extra calories to any expressed breast milk (EBM) bottles she received (3-4 per day while I'm at work, none on the weekend), and pushing feedings every 3 hours during the day.

Today she weighed… 7 pounds 8.4 ounces.

So we're going to do a trial of Zantac, knowing that it probably won't help because she's not showing ANY of the classic signs of reflux except for failure to gain weight, but also knowing it won't hurt either. And I'm making an appointment with a pediatric gastroenterologist who will hopefully have some more answers for us (though I'm not counting on it).

My poor, tiny Ellie.

Nanny Bliss (Updated)

I do so hate leaving my babies behind each morning, but my nanny makes it so much easier. Because seriously, do you know what my wondermous nanny said to me this morning when I asked her how her weekend was?? She said, “I missed the babies!”

I love her!

(this is my 250th post. I’m a total slacker. With 3 months on bed rest you’d think I’d have written a helluva lot more than that. Bad Blogger. Bad Blogger!)

Edited to Add: Just to clarify, I do not have guilt about working and leaving my children with a nanny. I am sad to leave my babies. I miss my children during the day. I wish I could spend the day with them every day. But I don’t feel guilty about it. Guilt is born from knowing you’re doing something wrong and I know I’m not doing anything wrong. I am doing what I have to do to provide for my family in the best way possible.

I receive a lot of caring, supportive anonymous comments, so I won’t turn off anonymous commenting or move to a password-protected blog as some others have suggested. Nor will I delete offensive anonymous comments, because all the comments I get are a part of my blogging history and deserve to be preserved. But I would like to encourage my readers who don’t have a blog account to leave comments using blogger’s “nickname” feature. You don’t have to use your real name or initials, just a consistent one. That way, I know you’re a person who cares and not some meaningless troll like this insensitive pig who found his or her way into my blog today.

Nanny Bliss (Updated)

I do so hate leaving my babies behind each morning, but my nanny makes it so much easier. Because seriously, do you know what my wondermous nanny said to me this morning when I asked her how her weekend was?? She said, "I missed the babies!"

I love her!

(this is my 250th post. I'm a total slacker. With 3 months on bed rest you'd think I'd have written a helluva lot more than that. Bad Blogger. Bad Blogger!)

Edited to Add: Just to clarify, I do not have guilt about working and leaving my children with a nanny. I am sad to leave my babies. I miss my children during the day. I wish I could spend the day with them every day. But I don't feel guilty about it. Guilt is born from knowing you're doing something wrong and I know I'm not doing anything wrong. I am doing what I have to do to provide for my family in the best way possible.

I receive a lot of caring, supportive anonymous comments, so I won't turn off anonymous commenting or move to a password-protected blog as some others have suggested. Nor will I delete offensive anonymous comments, because all the comments I get are a part of my blogging history and deserve to be preserved. But I would like to encourage my readers who don't have a blog account to leave comments using blogger's "nickname" feature. You don't have to use your real name or initials, just a consistent one. That way, I know you're a person who cares and not some meaningless troll like this insensitive pig who found his or her way into my blog today.

The Triplets had their four-month appointment today. Can you believe it? Four months have passed since they were born and I still haven’t gotten my shit together to write about the day of their arrival into the world. I suck. Needless to say, it’s not that I don’t care, it’s just that I’ve been wrapped up in their lives and in caring for them. Yeah, that’s it. Uh huh. Anyway, they will be 18 weeks old tomorrow. It’s amazing how quickly time flies when you’re having this much fun. And seriously, how come no one told me it was going to get to be this much fun? All of a sudden they’ve started noticing people and they’re all smiley and interactive and loveable! I adored them before, but now, ohmygosh, it’s a whole new level of love that I didn’t even know existed! Seriously, I knew before how much I wanted to be a mommy, but if I’d known it would only get BETTER after they were born, well, gosh I’m not sure I would have been able to wait five years for these little monsters to arrive!

Anywhozit, they went in for their four month check up this morning and Sam and Abby are definitely growing, but Ellie… oh poor, sweet Ellie. She isn’t! I don’t know what to do with my poor Ellie-Bellie! Here are their current stats:

Sam: (my little piggie!) 10 lb, 6 oz 21.5 inches long
Abby: (my smiliest) 9 lb, 7 oz 21.5 inches long
Ellie: (my teeney beanie) 7lb, 8oz 21 inches long

Ellie last got weighed on January 4th and she was 7lb, 7oz. Seriously! I actually made the nurse re-weigh her today to make sure we’d read the scale correctly, because I just couldn’t believe she’d only gained an ounce. My poor, tiny baby. So we don’t know why she’s not gaining weight. We know that she doesn’t like to eat as often as the other two, that’s for sure. But we also know that when she does eat, she’s eating a sufficient amount (she gets about 3-4 ounces when she breast feeds…we’ve weighed her before and after feeding and she consistently gets that amount). In the past her weight gain has been borderline worrisome, but never really, really awful. Now, obviously, she’s definitely giving us something to worry about. In a way, it’s almost better because now at least we KNOW that it’s time to be more aggressive and we know that we’re not poking and prodding her for no good reason this time.

So here’s the plan: We drew blood from her today to run a CBC and a full metabolic panel on her (she’d previously had a thyroid panel drawn which came back normal). We’ll also have her stool checked for blood. We’ll add 22 calorie fortifier to her EBM feedings to try and get some extra calories into her. We will bring her back next week to be re-weighed and bring a copy of her feeding log so that we can calculate how many calories per day she’s eating. We will aggressively wake her to eat every three hours (we’ve tried this before with little success, but we’ll do our best).

I love our pediatrician and I’m very glad that he’s very level headed, but being very aggressive about working with us to find answers on this. We are relieved that her head circumference growth is exactly perfect on the growth charts, that her neurological development seems spot on, and that her muscle tone and motor development does not seem impaired. These are all good signs, so perhaps the weight gain (or lack thereof) needn’t be so alarming, but we still definitely need to explore it.

After the appointment, I went off to my first day of work. It was a very, very short day since I just really needed to fill out some paperwork and do a little reading, but that was okay with me. I think I’m going to enjoy this job. I hope so, anyway. I came home to smiling babies and promptly pumped 15 ounces, a new record for me.

Finally, I leave you with some pictures of my gorgeous trio…

The Trio:

Sam Playing:

Abby, Cute as a Button:

Ellie Sleeping:

The Triplets had their four-month appointment today. Can you believe it? Four months have passed since they were born and I still haven't gotten my shit together to write about the day of their arrival into the world. I suck. Needless to say, it's not that I don't care, it's just that I've been wrapped up in their lives and in caring for them. Yeah, that's it. Uh huh. Anyway, they will be 18 weeks old tomorrow. It's amazing how quickly time flies when you're having this much fun. And seriously, how come no one told me it was going to get to be this much fun? All of a sudden they've started noticing people and they're all smiley and interactive and loveable! I adored them before, but now, ohmygosh, it's a whole new level of love that I didn't even know existed! Seriously, I knew before how much I wanted to be a mommy, but if I'd known it would only get BETTER after they were born, well, gosh I'm not sure I would have been able to wait five years for these little monsters to arrive!

Anywhozit, they went in for their four month check up this morning and Sam and Abby are definitely growing, but Ellie… oh poor, sweet Ellie. She isn't! I don't know what to do with my poor Ellie-Bellie! Here are their current stats:

Sam: (my little piggie!) 10 lb, 6 oz 21.5 inches long
Abby: (my smiliest) 9 lb, 7 oz 21.5 inches long
Ellie: (my teeney beanie) 7lb, 8oz 21 inches long

Ellie last got weighed on January 4th and she was 7lb, 7oz. Seriously! I actually made the nurse re-weigh her today to make sure we'd read the scale correctly, because I just couldn't believe she'd only gained an ounce. My poor, tiny baby. So we don't know why she's not gaining weight. We know that she doesn't like to eat as often as the other two, that's for sure. But we also know that when she does eat, she's eating a sufficient amount (she gets about 3-4 ounces when she breast feeds…we've weighed her before and after feeding and she consistently gets that amount). In the past her weight gain has been borderline worrisome, but never really, really awful. Now, obviously, she's definitely giving us something to worry about. In a way, it's almost better because now at least we KNOW that it's time to be more aggressive and we know that we're not poking and prodding her for no good reason this time.

So here's the plan: We drew blood from her today to run a CBC and a full metabolic panel on her (she'd previously had a thyroid panel drawn which came back normal). We'll also have her stool checked for blood. We'll add 22 calorie fortifier to her EBM feedings to try and get some extra calories into her. We will bring her back next week to be re-weighed and bring a copy of her feeding log so that we can calculate how many calories per day she's eating. We will aggressively wake her to eat every three hours (we've tried this before with little success, but we'll do our best).

I love our pediatrician and I'm very glad that he's very level headed, but being very aggressive about working with us to find answers on this. We are relieved that her head circumference growth is exactly perfect on the growth charts, that her neurological development seems spot on, and that her muscle tone and motor development does not seem impaired. These are all good signs, so perhaps the weight gain (or lack thereof) needn't be so alarming, but we still definitely need to explore it.

After the appointment, I went off to my first day of work. It was a very, very short day since I just really needed to fill out some paperwork and do a little reading, but that was okay with me. I think I'm going to enjoy this job. I hope so, anyway. I came home to smiling babies and promptly pumped 15 ounces, a new record for me.

Finally, I leave you with some pictures of my gorgeous trio…

The Trio:

Sam Playing:

Abby, Cute as a Button:

Ellie Sleeping:

To Anonymous

Two posts in one night! Imagine that!

In my last post, Anonymous asked, “Why are you leaving the babies to go back to work??? Who is keeping them and is it really cost effective?” A couple people got defensive, rightfully so, on my behalf and anonymous responded again with, “UMMMM….I don’t know why everyone is so defensive…I was asking a serious question and wanting a valid response…”

Now, part of me doesn’t want to dignify this with a response because the tone of both of these comments is quite condescending and rude. And this is clearly someone who doesn’t read my posts very often or very thoroughly because the post RIGHT BEFORE THAT ONE CLEARLY EXPLAINED THE WHOLE WORK THING. So I suggest, Anonymous, that you simply go and read this post:

http://perkyovary.blogspot.com/2008/01/doctors-galore-and-your-questions.html

Scroll down to the part that says “Your Questions Answered” and then I even suggest reading the comments and seeing some of the other folks’ in the blogosphere’s perspective on this issue.

The tone of your initial question, “why are you leaving the babies?” is rather accusatory. You make it seem like I’m doing something selfish without thinking of them. But I AM thinking of them. I was thinking that I would prefer that they live in a house rather than a tent and I happen to know that we cannot afford to pay our mortgage with just one salary. I have been out of work for seven months (three months on bed rest and four months since they were born) and we are out of reserves. We are out of money. If I were to stay home another month, we couldn’t continue to buy food, and I’m NOT exaggerating. Was it really necessary for you to add THREE question marks after your question? I understood you were asking a question without the extra punctuation. All you did was express your incredulity with those extra question marks which added to the accusatory nature of your question, which is why people jumped down your throat and defended me.

As for whether it’s cost effective, that is really none of your fucking business and I’m so damn tired of that question. But here is the final word on that question: Yes. It is cost effective. My nanny is well-paid, but not as well paid as I am. I have a longer explanation of the long-term cost effectiveness in the above-referenced post.

But do you know what REALLY pisses me the hell off? Your statement that you want a “valid” response. Fuck you. Seriously. I don’t curse a lot in my blog, really, but you deserve it. I don’t owe you any explanation at all, valid or otherwise. Going back to work is MY decision. If I go back to work just because I ENJOY work that’s a valid enough explanation for anyone, dammit. As it happens, I have NO desire to return to work, but I NEED to return to work and I don’t owe you (or anyone else) any explanation.

And I don’t give a damn whether that’s valid according to your definition.