I finally got a chance to see our fancy new bottles in action. The girls love them!
Congratulations, Bettina! You’ll be getting some of your very own. Email me at your earliest convenience, so we can get you set up.
We started the girls on goats’ milk yesterday. I’m looking for something to supplement the breastmilk and the solids (table food). Isaiah Jane weighed in at just under thirteen pounds during her neurologist visit last week. This means she pretty much stopped gaining weight after her six-month appointment. All three of my babies have been small, but she’s the first to show signs of other problems. If I hear one more person tell me not to worry because I’m small myself, I might spontaneously combust into a ball of smoke and tears.
They will both see their primary doctor next week, and I’m sure we’ll discuss some formula options. Honor Rose is meeting all of her milestones like a champ, but I want to bulk them both up if I can. My milk supply seems fine, they still nurse every three to four hours during the day, and they’re satisfied after they eat. I’m getting my milk tested this week… just to make sure I haven’t been starving all three of my breastfed babies for their entire first year of life.
We’ve got a few tests and consults coming up in the next few weeks. I’m also requesting a few additional referrals from our doctor. I’ll get into detail later; I’m still processing everything. I’ve always tried to be real and honest on this blog, though, so I won’t hold back now. I am very discouraged.
This week, I find myself questioning every parenting decision I’ve made up until this point. It’s hard to explain… it’s not that I’m beating myself up (yet). I guess I’m just examining the past few years very closely. I know this season will pass, and I have no regrets. This is part of the parenting process. I’m learning a lot about myself as I strive to grow my own patience.
But I’ve always fought for a mother’s right to mourn and question and second-guess. And this week, I’m doing all of those things.