I weighed all of 4 pounds when I was born and was a little premature. No hair, no fingernails or toenails. Mom had a bad case of morning sickness, so I wasn't getting much nourishment. The Dr. told her to breast feed me because Mother's milk would be better for me.
A couple months passed and I hadn't gained much weight and was just fussin' all the time so Mom took me to the Dr. He checked me over and said I seemed to be alright and that the weight would come slowly because of being premature. He presumed that the fussing came from a little "colic" and he said that they were spoiling me.
At three months, she took me back to the Doctor. Bad news!! No weight gain.
He finally sat up and took notice. He said he wanted to test her milk to see if it was alright. He was shocked to find that her milk was absolutely "no good" and it was doing more harm than anything. He informed her that her baby was starving . She came unglued. It took him a little while to get her crying stopped and to get her calmed down. He explained the situation to her and explained to her that it was not her fault.
The Dr. put me on whole milk and Pablum and in a very short time, I was putting on weight, had quit all that fussin' and Mom was a happy camper. I continued to prosper and everything turned out alright.
When I was a teenager, Mom and I were looking through a bunch of old pictures that she had stored away. I came across that picture of Dad holding me. I asked her why I was so skinny and she told me the story. 5-15-02