Ah, allergies. How you have changed our lives in a few short months.

This week, Jacob went for his twelve-month check up with the pediatrician. He is healthy, except for his blotchy skin and the fact that he put on a whopping three ounces in three months.  A kid that started at or above the ninety-fifth percentile for weight is now between the tenth and twentieth percentiles. The other day on the playground, for the first time, he looked small compared to the kids around him. And it kind of broke my heart.

 

The doctor’s orders are to give him more healthy fats. I’m taking on the role of the witch in “Hansel and Gretel” and declaring Operation: Fatten That Child. The good news is that he’s happy to eat half an avocado at lunch each day. The bad news is that I can’t figure out what else to do, short of pouring olive oil into his sippy cup. John and I are both amazed that we’ve raised a child that is, in a way, too healthy.

Our doctor suggested trying eggs to see if he’s still allergic to them. If not, that could be a good addition to his diet. So we tried it, and to spare you the details, he is definitely still allergic. This weekend we might try bread, as that could get some good calories in him, too. Here’s hoping! Either way, we head to the allergist next week, so I’m praying for some helpful guidance!

In the meantime, the little man is officially weaned, and he really didn’t seem to mind at all. He’s still making faces like this:

 

and now I get to eat real cupcakes.

You may have challenged us, food allergies, intolerances, and sensitivities, but you will not prevail!