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I have this love/hate relationship with the growth chart. It drives me crazy. I loath whoever came up with it. It makes us parents with a special child feel like horrible parents. A lot of times people ask how much Ronan weighs or how big he is, and sometimes the growth chart comes up. Prior to his heart surgery, Ronan was holding his own with the growth chart. He was about 20th percentile when he was born, and hovered around the 15th percentile until surgery. Ronan lost a lot of ground while he was in the CV acute, and then especially when he was on his special diet after his lymphatic system was damaged during his surgery. This low fat formula is terrible. The first time Paul and I mixed it up, both of us nearly lost our lunch. Ronan threw up from it at least once a day. It was a dark period in the Marsolan household.
I'm going to digress a minute... in the days after his open heart surgery, I found the news that I would not be able to continue breastfeeding Ronan for two months devastating. Maybe it was the stress, lack of sleep, or just my emotions, but I was extremely upset to the point where the nurse who informed me of this said, "oh I didn't realize you were that into it." I went ballistic. It felt like the one thing that Ronan was doing well with was being taken away, beyond the bonding aspects of it.
Paul and I could not be more excited about finally reaching the one percentile. First Ronan starts sitting on his own, then he decides to gain some serious weight. A few people have commented to me recently that Ronan is really starting to look fat. I don't mind, it is music to my ears. I have been waiting so long. I was looking back at some pictures of him when he was just a few weeks and months old, and he really did look skinny. I think he looks much healthier now.
Ronan's personality is really starting to come out. It is so fun to watch. Our developmental therapist was here yesterday, and was doing something silly. Ronan gave her a really a funny look, like what on earth are you doing. He laughs at us, does the "up up" sign, and will only hold your hand if he wants. He's signed momma a couple of times, which warms my heart. Much to dad's dismay, there has not been any signing of dadda. I'm sure the roles will be reversed when he starts talking :) Here are the many expressions of Ronan...
Here's one last picture of my boys. Ronan loves his dad so much!