Growin' Cohen

After a long day with plenty of ups and downs, I'm happy to end it with a positive blog. Cohen is finally back up in the "green zone" based on his BMI; he is now in the 50th percentile after having dropped pretty far below for nearly a year. The doctors were recommending a g-tube if we couldn't get his weight up soon, and they were really going to push it if this visit didn't show much improvement.

When he quit drinking Pediasure shortly after his third birthday, he lost close to a thousand calories a day (he was drinking 3 to 4 day, which equates to between 700 and 1000 a day). That's pretty substantial for a small child. Granted, he was eating food very well, but nothing that contained enough calories to make up for what the Pediasure was providing.

So over the last few months, we have been slowly getting him to drink more and more Pediasure, which has obviously been helping. I have been weighing him every week to monitor his growth. He put on two pounds alone over the last five weeks, so I knew going into clinic visit today that he would show a big difference from last time but didn't know if it would be enough to bump him to the 50th percentile or above.

Now we just have to maintain his weight and keep him at a steady increase. He is up to 1.5 containers of Pediasure a day, but our ultimate goal is 2 a day.

Both kids also had to get flu shots today. Not fun. Enough said.

Cohen had a routine chest x-ray following clinic. The x-ray allows the doctors to be able to see what's going on in his lungs better than just listening with a stethoscope.

Cohen also gave me a few good laughs today, which I wanted to share:

My sister Shauna was going to be coming along with us, so this morning when we arrived to pick her up and were waiting on her to come to the car, Cohen said quite theatrically, "Where is my lady?! Where is my lady Shauna?!" And when he saw her coming to the car, he announced, "There is my lady Shauna!" Too funny. I think he picked up "my lady" from Daddy, who has always called me his lady as a term of endearment.

Second, as we were waiting to be called back for Cohen's x-ray, he and Emberlynn met a new little friend in the waiting area. Cohen initiated a conversation with her, and his side went something like this: "How old are you?...I'm three....What's your name?...Oh, [little girl's name]? That's a great name...My name is Cohen....I have a brother...his name is Kyden...it's spelled K-Y-D-E-N..." A few minutes later, she had stopped playing with them and was looking sad about something, and Cohen ran over to me and said, "Mom! I think she is sad because I didn't hug her!"

And finally, for his chest x-ray, he was required to take his shirt off. So when it came time to put it back on, he told me, "It's ok, Mom. I'm fine without it." Needless to say, I explained why he had to put it back on, and he obliged. That's my silly boy!

The morning started out rocky (he wasn't the most cooperative boy at first when the nurse was trying to get his vitals and measurements), but it turned out ok. I have to remind myself that even though the kids know what to expect at every clinic visit and that it is something they have done countless times and will continue to do at least four times a year, they are still little and sometimes just don't feel like doing it. I can't blame them. I have those days, too, and I'm sure if I had to go through all the junk they go through at visits, I'd be a little crabby too.