We went for the weight check this morning. Since she has been throwing up since before we left for vacation, and since we had a lot of trouble feeding her while we were away, well, I knew it was going to be bad. After 2 or 3 good months she lost 4 ounces. Every ounce hurts with a kid like Z.
I thought about a self portrait today. You would have seen me trying not to cry while we waited for the doctor. She came in and clucked at us and tried to encourage me. And then I dressed Z. and we paid our co-pay and we made the appointment for next month.
Next month. Every month.
