So, 10 days have passed since the dreaded day the woman in the white jacket explained Rowan had not gained sufficient weight. It has been 10 days since I have put all my efforts into changing this. 10 days of worry, anxiety and holding my breath are over. I placed him on the scale….and the numbers do not lie. Sweet sweet success. 13.1, which I can’t help but notice is a half marathon distance. Somehow this makes me feel slightly less guilty. Ten days, nine ounces. Such superb, fantastic news had I not been holding a babe and trying to entertain another I would have taken a knee. I swear, I took the first deep breath since a week ago from friday. Nothing else to report. I will just revel in my fenugreek and blessed thistle taking, protein loading, mother’s milk tea drinking and always pumping glory just smiling.
yes. yes. yes.