Again with a post I need to get out, but one which I don't need him to read......
We have been going through two years of tests and follow up for Ryley. You see, he's fallen off his own growth curve....like way far off his own growth curve. His BMI, never really on the charts, took a steep dive, and his height fell way below the track it had been on. I wasn't really surprised, nor was Michael. But when your pediatrician is part of Childrens, and when your kid falls so far off his growth path, referrals will be made, tests will be ordered, and you'll probably find yourself with all kinds of food suggestions, along with a lot of extra visits for weight/growth checks.
I've tried very hard to not stress. The endocrinologist even told us last year he *just* has delayed puberty, that he WILL grow. This is purely genetic. His dad, and both his paternal and maternal uncles had delayed growth/puberty. This delay isn't unexpected, but it's still hard to take. We've just been waiting for him to grow, and waiting, and waiting, and waiting. It's so flippin difficult, especially his one by one, his friends have blasted past him in height. Even the friend who had the term "Little" placed in front of his name for years is about three inches taller than Ryley is.
I watch him walk to the car when I pick him up from school, and he just looks so small compared to all the other high school students. He's by far the smallest on the Varsity golf team, some of the boys towering over him by nearly a foot. My heart just aches for him...I know this isn't getting any easier as the months pass and he remains so much shorter than his peers, exacerbated by the fact he's nearly a year older than so many of his classmates since we late-started him in school.
I find myself praying, every single day, to God to just please let him grow. Please, let it come sooner than later. He will be sixteen in four months, and he hovers just over 5'3" tall. He eats, goodness knows he eats. It seems he can't eat enough. And yet he stays short, and skinny.
I keep telling myself, six months from now, we will look back on this time and effort spent in follow-up, tests, and agony, and we will smile. But in the meantime, I just pray.
Oh Donna, I feel you on this one. It's so hard to watch your kid and want so much for them and not be able to make it happen.
We're over here on the opposite side of this worry. Olivia, who is nine years old, is burgeoning with puberty and it's scaring the crap out of me. She's NINE years old and is wearing a bra. She's NINE years old and will probably start her period in the next six months and we're not ready.
SHE'S not ready. I'm going to have to talk to her doctor about figuring out how to deal with this because she may be nine years old but emotionally, she's about six or maybe seven and she's NOT READY to deal with periods and everything that comes with it.
I'm so sorry that you and Ryley are dealing with delayed puberty. It sucks so much to see our kids struggle.
Lots of love to you,
I wish I could allay all of your fears, jump into the future and let you know how tall he'll end up being. But I can't. It's kind of like when they're in the NICU and you know they are growing and getting bigger but it just seems to be taking SO long.
If it helps any, he is taller than my Riley and we doubt she's gonna get much taller. So when they get married...it'll be okay. HAHA
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