Dr. Doom

2.5 ounces.

That's what Crew has gained in the last three months. I'm just glad he hadn't pooped yet this morning before his weigh-in.

It's a very long, complicated story that I don't want to get into right now.

The Gist:
He has three months to start growing before our doctor ships us to the "Failure To Thrive Clinic". Awesome, huh? Not for Global FTT, just the isolated weight gain failure.

In the mean time, we'll be doing blood tests to rule out thyroid dysfunction, liver problems, cystic fibrosis, absorption concerns, and other genetic disorders.

I have a headache.

We're increasing his calories. Again. In ever-more-creative ways. Balancing maximum caloric intake, hydration, nutritional content, volume tolerance, taste preferances, bowel considerations, and texture issues is more complicated and frustrating than it sounds. I promise.