We've renamed our daughter Elie McBeal because she won't eat anything. Nada. A total hunger strike. Eliot's oral aversion is back with a vengeance, and she has decided that eating isn't so fun after all. Come on, El! Everybody's doing it!
We start feeding therapy with her this Thursday. I'm looking forward to learning how to help Eliot enjoy her bottles again. Since she is now taking very small amounts by mouth these days, the dreaded feeding tube is back, but thankfully, her cheerful personality hasn't diminished much. I've never seen a baby so happy to have a tube down her throat.
The twins had a G.I. appointment last week to check on their reflux, and after the doctor saw Owen's dramatic weight gain, he said that "the moose" was just there for a social visit. He weighs just over 13 pounds now, and is already on the charts for a normal 5-month old (chronological age). Amazing. For his adjusted age (2 months), he is in the 95th percentile for height and weight. This kid does not mess around when it comes to growing.
I am trying to get a montage together with pics of the little guy, but it's hard to catch him without a bottle in front of his face. Still working on it!