George was little when he was born… he was early, and kind of had a tough start. It took so long for him to get the hang of nursing… and meanwhile he took so long to start growing. He hung out below that third percentile curve on the growth chart.
Then finally he got strong enough to really latch on and nurse. His growth just took off and over several months he crossed the 3rd, 5th and 10th percentile curves. Finally he got to that 25th percentile for weight line and we were so excited.
Then I got breast cancer, and managed to nurse him through two sets of biopsies. I even nursed him after my mastectomy, and he hung out on that 25th percentile line.
I had to wean him for chemotherapy, though. It’s conceivable that I could have pumped and dumped the milk for 10 days after each treatment, but I didn’t. We changed to bottles and formula.
And he fell off that 25th percentile line. We added calories here, we super-concentrated his formula there, but he crossed back down over the 10th and 5th lines. Today he had his 15 month check up, and I was sad. He’s solidly below the 3rd percentile curve for weight… the size of an average seven month old.
Then of course on the way out, the waiting room was full of moms nursing babies and toddlers… If only.