Wednesday, June 5, 2013

300 grams of yummy fatness.....

Owen stepped up on the scale and the nurses and I crossed our fingers and held our breath.

31 pounds is the goal - the magic number we've been waiting for over a year.



Three hundred grams of neocate yumminess sent us out of the 29/30 pound slump we've made our dwelling place.

There was dancing and hooting and hollering and even an impromptu muscle show.

The gain was small. 
But we're hoping it was a big step in the right direction.

We're starting a new medicine to help with motility after I get back from Texas so the adventure continues. But my lil' muscular trooper  is taking it all in stride.

Way to go, Owen!

And what better way to celebrate than lunch with Dad?

PS - I also had a doctor appointment that day. I too have put on some weight...... The nurses and doctors didn't do a happy dance though. What the What? I was disappointed. Apparently you're only allowed to celebrate on the little ones......... Owen stole my weight gaining thunder.

Apparently it's time to stop stress eating.......

Celery, anyone?


  1. Stress eating with celery will require Bloody Mary consumption, then we'll have a whole NEW problem! Hmmm.
    On the 31.1 - well, I cried, still am! I'm celebrating and loving God's faithfulness to all of us and the courage Owen demonstrates through it all. We've all learned so much from him, through him, and I am incredibly proud of how Owen's parents (and sibs) have nurtured him to this 31.1 mark! praise God!!!

  2. oh how i miss you! I'll celebrate your weight gain with you! it only means that when you lose weight you lose more and then you can celebrate AGAIN!