I have been going back and forth between tearing and then bawling my eyes out the last 48 hours and it's not for the reason one might suspect.
For two straight days, Houdini has gone over his minumum required calories. For two days, he has finished his solids in under half an hour, despite them being more dense (i.e. calorie packed) than before. And this morning...
...this morning, he drank his usual not-a-drop-over-3 oz of formula but then an hour and a half later, I fed him 4 oz of guava and he gobbled it up and he didn't throw up as he was eating and he ate it in less than 10 minutes and he didn't need a DVD to distract him and he didn't throw it up later, either, and that's when I burst into tears and scared the shit out of him and Lemel with the tears and the loud hiccoughing and the snot running down my face because this is what I want more than anything for him, to enjoy eating like all those other babies and grow big and strong*, except that I probably now have him scarred for life.
* I keep meaning to jot down my thoughts about his latest check-up, but in the meantime, just to motivate me through the next rough patch, I need to remember that even though he only gained a pound, he still gained and he also grew an inch in height and that, my friends, shows we are doing something right even if the goddamn doctors won't let us stop to celebrate and keep pushing us to do more! more!
