2 weeks back, Baby was estimated to be about 2 kg – which is small for date.
“Well, eat and sleep and rest, that’ll help.” Dr J said, “Hopefully she’ll hit close to 2.5kg before she comes out.”
I was very enticed by her offer of a week’s medical rest. But I was even more curious about why she kept harping on “2.5kg”.
So I checked out some online articles… and was disturbed by my “research”.
- Low Birth Weight: Less than 2.5 Kg.
- 5 times more likely for death before 1 year.
- 3 times more likely to be brain-damaged/ have learning disabilities…
gosh…
“Babies born weighing less than 5 pounds, 8 ounces (2,500 grams) are considered low birthweight. Low-birthweight babies are at increased risk of serious health problems as newborns, lasting disabilities and even death.
About 1 in every 13 babies in the United States is born with low birthweight. Advances in newborn medical care have greatly reduced the number of deaths associated with low birthweight. However, a small percentage of survivors develop mental retardation, learning problems, cerebral palsy, and vision and hearing loss.”
Low Birth Weight – arch of Dimes. (http://www.marchofdimes.com/professionals/14332_1153.asp)
“A low birthweight (less than 2,500 grams) raises grave health risks for children. Babies who are undernourished in the womb face a greatly increased risk of dying during their early months and years. Those who survive have impaired immune function and increased risk of disease; they are likely to remain undernourished, with reduced muscle strength, throughout their lives, and to suffer a higher incidence of diabetes and heart disease. Children born underweight also tend to have cognitive disabilities and a lower IQ, affecting their performance in school and their job opportunities as adults. “
Childinfo.org: Low Birthweight
(http://www.childinfo.org/areas/birthweight/)
I was disturbed not because I couldn’t trust God to take care of my baby, but because I felt guilty that I had not taken the doctor’s advice to rest. It seemed so presumptuous and unwise. Like a kid who refuses to brush his teeth after eating toffee, despite being given toothbrush and toothpaste, and expecting to have healthy teeth. Like a sick person who refuses to see the doctor after being provided with the medical fee, and expecting to recover. Like a student who refuses to attend lessons or even take a look at the exam schedule, and expecting to do well for the exams… you get the drift.
It’s like, if anything happens to Baby related to the low birth weight, it’s really my fault. Sound advice was given, yet I stubbornly refused them.
At her fastest, Glory-Faith was putting on 500g a month. And her growth was supposed to slow down as we approached the final weeks.
We prayed.
All my life – well, at least for the past 11 years- I’ve felt/known that God especially loves me.
Yesterday I went for another scan.
Dr J clicked on the computer and the estimated weight was calculated…
“So fast uh?” She exclaimed, “Can’t be... Of course if it’s correct I’ll be very happy… Let me take a second measurement.”
And my baby was estimated to be… exactly 2.5kg =)
I know all of us would have a pet theory to explain this.
Some will say prayers work.
Some will say the “white cards” (prayer request cards) very “ling”.
Some will say it’s coz I rested and drank milk.
My mummy says it’s coz my baby had a late growth spurt.
I say it’s coz God’s super-duper powerful.
And I say He especially loves me AND Glory-Faith, and maybe Munchie as well (i can’t speak for him… )
And I am!
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