Yesterday was Lincoln's 9-month checkup and he now weighs....15 pounds. Yes, that puts him at the 5th percentile for weight (which means out of 100 babies, only 5 would be smaller than him). His height is also at the 5th percentile, but his head (and brain) are 50th percentile. So we have a small, smart baby. The doctor says we need to get him to eat more. Anyone who has been around Lincoln for any length of time knows how difficult it is to make him do something he doesn't want to do.
The day before the checkup I attended a La Leche League meeting and had checked out "My Child Won't Eat" by Carlos Gonzalez. Dr. Gonzalez's premise is that babies know how much food they need, and it's futile to try to trick or scold them into eating more. I had just started feeling a bit better about Lincoln's eating habits when we were told by the doctor that we need to try to get him to eat more solids.
On the plus side, there were no new shots for Lincoln yesterday (yay!) He got his finger pricked for an iron test and he didn't cry at all at the sight of his own blood (although it was tough for mommy and daddy to watch). His iron levels are OK, and everything else is also ok.
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