Big Boy: Confirmed.

Yesterday Owen continued on his diarrhea kick with a total of SEVEN pooey diapers. He was up until 10pm "clearing out his system". I decided that after ten full days of poo-mania I would take him to the doctor. I was still hesitant even this morning, my fugal mind didn't want to pay a copay just to hear there was nothing we could do but wait it out. He hasn't had any complicating factors to his bout with diarrhea - no fever, no vomiting, no bloody stool and he is definitely NOT dehydrated (drool GA-LORE and nursing like a champ). But to be on the safe side I brought him in  - just in case they wanted to culture it or there was something else going on that Jeremy and I might be missing.

We saw a really great physician's assistant that we've never seen before. We had quite the wait this morning and our appointment started to spill over into Owen's nap time. He let me know with lots of eye rubbing and a little fuss. I went ahead and fed him and our sweet baby was sound asleep nursing (in only his diaper- so cute!) when the PA came in. O woke up, popped off and looked him like, "Hey! Who are you? And why are you interrupting my nap?"  They guy had to laugh out loud at Owen's perplexed face.

Just as we thought, Owen checked out with flying colors. No fever (98.4) and not a single sign of dehydration - actually the PA said, "He's happy, responsive, definitely NOT dehydrated and doesn't look like he misses any meals..."  He said it's probably just a little virus that will run its course and just to watch to make sure nothing changes. He also gave me a probiotic that is supposed to slow diarrhea (Owen already gets probiotics - but we'll swap it out for this one and see if it works.)

So although it was a pretty uneventful visit - just as we suspected it might be - it was nice to have some reassurance. AND it was nice to get a seven-month weight and length on this boy. I have to admit, for a boy who is refusing to eat solids and only wants his Mama's milk - these are some pretty impressive stats.

Weight: 19 lbs 3 ounces - 75th percentile

Length: 28 inches - 85th percentile

I came home and put him down for his nap. I lingered in the rocking chair just a little while longer thinking about my boy. MY BOY! With THOSE PERCENTILES! After our rocky start with breastfeeding and trying my best to listen to that quiet voice in the back of my head that just kept saying, "this will work, be patient" I finally whispered to myself, "I'm doing this, we're actually succeeding at this."

And later this afternoon when he turned his head at the banana that was offered but did manage to gobble down some yogurt - I didn't care. Because he's getting what he needs, and the rest will come in time.

How big is Owen? SOOOOOO BIG!