I was a skinny kid, who has since filled out – mostly in the rear (thank you Kim Kardashian for making that fashionable). Matt also is a skinny man, the skinniest, like has to force a pint of Ben and Jerry’s down his throat to gain weight. I’m a saint for listening to his weight-gain troubles. A saint. Because of our own body shapes, for years doctors told us Lexi was just small because we were small. It made sense.
Flash forward to moving back to RI and going to see a new pediatrician. From our first visit the new doc seemed overly concerned with Lexi’s weight. So much so that I actually complained to my mom that she was too focused on it and was going to damage my bright, confident, strong daughter’s self esteem. I’m always very careful not to complain about my body in front of her and stress the importance of being healthy, not skinny and not curvy, because health looks different on everyone (high-five for being PC). I didn’t want her ever to look at herself and see her body as anything but the perfect vessel to carry her on life’s adventures.
But she was getting stomach aches (which she’s always had on and off) and would lay in her bed crying that she couldn’t go to school that day only to make a miraculous recovery two hours later; so I brought her into the doctor. The doc ordered some blood work and me, in my infinite role as Mother of the Year, thought “Good! A couple tubes of blood will cure her of her phantom stomach aches!” and we went over to the lab to have her blood drawn. Later that day her ped called us with the results, she had crazy high immunoglobulin levels in her tTG-IgA (test that measures antibodies that respond gluten) blood work and was testing positive for celiac disease.
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