I want to take this time to talk about my wonderful, beautiful twenty month old daughter, Amelia. She is obese. She was born on the 28th of November 2010, two weeks early at 8lb 11oz, was a breastfed child and between the age of 3 months to 8 months she had gone right up the charts on weight gain. Despite the fact that the only fluids she consumed was breastmilk and the only solids from six months were pureed vegetables made at home, somehow she gained a lot of weight. It didn't stop.
After numerous appointments with the health visitor and GP we finally got an appointment with a paediatrician in February. After blood tests came back normal we had to write down all food consumed, all drinks, weigh them individually and photograph them. Today was our second appointment with the paediatrician and the dietician said her diet was fine, not high in fat or sugar so she couldn't see the problem. In the four months since our last appointment my daughter has gained 2kg equating to two bags of sugar despite her diet being the same and having much more exercise. It is confusing to us.
Her diet is normal. It includes sugar free squash, a few treats, meat, carbohydrates, fruit, vegetables, water, juice - no fast food or lots of sweet treats. Essentially what you would normally feed your child. An ice cream here and there or some fun sized Milky Way's through the week but not a diet of processed crap or McDonalds. Her sister who is two and a half years older than her has the exact same diet and is underweight borderline normal. Two polar opposite children.
So on Monday morning my precious baby is being admitted to hospital for a week for a strict calorie counted diet and horrible tests to test for everything else. While our nights will be split so we both get to see both children it is going to be difficult. I have hoped and prayed to all that I've ever believed in that it is simply my fault. I can deal with it being my fault. I can be in control and change her diet, give her more exercise, do more. I still hope it's my fault. I don't want my beautiful, intelligent and sweet baby to have to deal with an illness.
People stare at her in the street. People make rude comments. People assume I feed her fast food and load her food with salt. People everywhere. Family. Friends. Strangers. Everyone has an opinion. Not everything is so cut and dry. Not everything is black or white. This is a huge grey area for her doctors and for us. We don't know what is happening but everyone else seemingly does. We are toxic parents to raise our child this way but we don't know in what way we're supposed to be raising her. We're just doing what we think is correct, not being told it's incorrect and everyone is pacing halls with notes and sharp tools to poke and prod her. We're agitated. We're anxious. We're scared. Salad won't fix her but as of Monday, professionals might.