A couple of weeks ago was Jackson’s 15 month appointment. Everything went well, he is hitting all his milestones and his pediatrician said he is a “precocious little boy.” The only thing that was slightly alarming is his growth. He is barely hanging on to the chart at 1% for height and weight.
Granted, he has always been small but I attributed that to the issues with the placenta and cord during his pregnancy. He has never “caught up.” I understand some babies are just small, especially when their parents are small. Greg and I aren’t small though, I’m 5’8” and Greg is 6’, and we were both larger than Jackson as babies.
I mentioned my concern to the Dr at his appointment and she said she would give me a referral to a pediatric GI specialist at the local children’s hospital to see if they had any ideas to get him to eat and grow more. We’ve had a busy few weeks since then so I finally got the post it note out she wrote to schedule the appointment. I hadn’t looked at it before, but when the receptionist asked me what the diagnosis was I saw it in capital letters for the first time: FTT.
Failure to Thrive.
It felt like a knife through the heart and I immediately began blaming myself. Am I a bad parent? What have I done wrong to not help my little boy “thrive?” Is it because I drank diet cokes when pregnant (max 1/day)? I never thought I would be facing this issue as a parent. After all, the babies in my family are huge! Jackson’s cousin who is 3 months older than him is already wearing 4T. The babies on Greg’s side of the family are perfectly average sizes, so what gives?
The bottom line is I know Jackson is a happy, healthy little boy who hits his milestones early and has an amazing personality. I love our pediatrician and I know she wouldn’t have even mentioned the specialist unless I brought up my concerns, but as a Mom it is hard not to worry. This situation reminds me of a great quote from my Mom when Jackson was a week old and I was worried about the repercussions of his traumatic birth and 4x nuchal cord. She said, “no one would ever have kids if they knew how much you worry about them. It never gets easier nor does it stop.”
I suppose I need to just take a deep breath and carry on. I know I’m very fortunate to have a healthy little boy and I count my blessings every day. We see the specialist next Friday so until then I’m going to have fun with my little peanut. Have you ever had a child diagnosed with FTT? Any tips for weight gain? Thanks!