Does feeding every-other hour make my thighs look fat?

The forced feedings have paid off! At the appointment on Thursday, the boy weighed in at 9 lbs 13 oz. His cheeks are looking good and round, and he has that nice Michelin Man roll to this thighs. He still isn’t up to his birth weight, but that was a gain of 7 oz in 3 days! That’s a 4.67% increase in body weight in 3 days. That would be like a 200 lb man gaining 9 lbs in 3 days. If this trend continues, we can expect that by the end of the year Alexander will be a 200 lb man.

Instead of calling DHS, as feared, the doctor actually told us we were doing a “good job.” Tim and I were so taken aback by her praise that we asked her to repeat it several times, then write it down, then pantomime it, then contact the Daily Herald with an official press release. We don’t have to go back to the pediatrician until Alexander is one month old – which buys us two whole weeks left adrift to screw-up in the parenting department once more.

Now that he has a bottle or boob in his piehole every other hour, Alexander really is a very mellow little guy. He very rarely cries and mostly just likes to either sleep or stare at his parents staring at him. Or maybe I am mistaking mellow with exhausted. He isn’t allowed to sleep for more than an hour at a time in order to maintain this strict feeding schedule. (Neither are his parents.) We are hopeful that after the one-month appointment we will be told that we can cut back on feedings to once every 3 hours or so. Having two hours between feedings would make our brains hurt much less.

Alexander is getting larger and cuter everyday. Of course, as his mother I have serious bias. I even think even his farts are the greatest most wonderful thing in the world. So cuteness, size, and fartiness are all increasing daily. If this trend continues, he’ll be an Elmo Macy’s float within weeks. (That is gigantic, full of gas, and ridiculously adorable.) He is surprisingly strong too. We had him on his 'tummy time' mat yesterday and he managed to roll over. Well... was it a roll, or more just listing over and then landing on his back? Who knows... but we are calling it a milestone. I believe he is destined for a life in the 99th percentile.

Of course, as I type it is time for another feeding. 'Till next time...