… and we’re back! Sorry for that little delay in bloggy-bloggage. For my American friends, this past weekend was “Canadian Thanksgiving” — and yes, I actually think of it as “Canadian Thanksgiving,” because it is such an understated holiday compared to regular “American Thanksgiving.” I have spent most of my life wishing I was American, and that our holidays were grand affairs with Macy’s parades and Black Friday and all other wondrous things. Anyway …
So, we saw the doctor on Wednesday, at Baby Boy’s four-month check-up/vaccinations (Sidenote: Holy crap, he’s four months old! Mah baybee! He’s so biggggg!). The doctor confirmed that Baby Boy is doing wonderfully well, and (to quote him directly) is “growing like a bad weed.” Um, thanks, Doc?
He measured 63.5 cm long (50th percentile), and weighed 17 pounds, 2 ounces (90th percentile!). I was SO happy to hear those figures, and honestly it feels like a total pat-on-the-back for a breastfeeding mama. He’s deliciously big and healthy because of MEEEEE, ahahaha!
And then the doctor asked the $10,000 question …
“So, is he sleeping through the night?”
No, I did not faint, burst out laughing, or punch him in the face.
I sort of did a snorty, “HA! Um, noooo, he is not. He nurses about four times throughout the night, and I have to go in there three or four more times to sort him out when he rolls over and/or gets tangled in the crib railing …”
And then …
“Wait a second — should he be sleeping through the night? Is this not normal?” Oh God, I remember thinking. What if there is a milestone that my baby is NOT MEETING? But that can’t be! He’s perfect! Aughhh.
DOCTOR: “There’s no ‘normal,’ with babies. Yes, many of them are sleeping through the night at this point, though. Is he really hungry when you’re feeding him at night?”
ME: “Yes. I’m … I’m considering trying rice cereal?”
DOCTOR: “Oh, definitely. At bedtime for sure.”
ME: “I know the experts say to wait until six months, though …”
DOCTOR (laughing): “This kid is bigger than a six-month-old. Cereal won’t hurt him a bit.”
ME: “Hmm … “
DOCTOR: “You really should give him some formula, though.”
DOCTOR: “Yes, at bedtime. It will keep him full longer, so you can get more sleep.”
Um, whatever happened to healthcare professionals being all obsessive about breastfeeding? I am pretty sure that, while we were in the hospital, I would have had to be bleeding from my eyes to procure a bottle of formula from those nurses. And this guy — this doctor — is suggesting it? WTF?
I was dumbfounded. I knew I’d had my concerns about rice cereal, but that was at least going to be MOSTLY BREASTMILK. I’d planned on using a teensy tiny little nip of cereal mixed with a whole lotta milk. Formula was an entirely new ballgame.
I don’t have anything against formula, but if I was going to give it to my baby, I would have done it when my nipples were cracked and bleeding on Day Two. Or when I was sobbing into my rice from exhaustion on Day Three. Or those nights in the first few weeks, when I was so tired I would have paid a lot money for someone — anyone! — else to feed the baby. If I didn’t give it to him then, I certainly don’t feel like I want to give it to him now.
ME: “You know what? Cereal is looking better and better …”