Spencer has struggled his whole life with weight gain, or lack thereof. Since his second tongue tie division he is now gaining slowly but steadily, but not well enough for the doctors. So we've been in hospital since Monday monitoring his feeds and trying to find out why.
So far we've found a small hole in his heart, and a kidney issue called unilateral hydronephrosis. Neither of which are the cause of his weight issue.
They had me attempt to top him up with formula, which he didn't tolerate at all, vomited copious amounts immediately. So they tried him on a dairy free medical formula and he wouldn't even entertain drinking it. So he's having an ounce of my expressed milk every three hours and I'm supposed to put off feeding him as much as I can to encourage him to have large feeds each time. But I'm feeding on demand because he goes a couple of hours between feeds generally, because cluster feeding is very normal and because the best way to up my supply is feed feed feed
I think now the tongue tie division has been done he would gain weight with me just feeding as normal, but he's too thin for us to take that risk.
Tired, fed up, overwhelmed and emotional. I hate this hospital. I'm sick of it.