Eat baby, eat.

This is something a mama of a new baby should be able to take for granted. 

My top worry shouldn't be if she is eating.  But, I'm back to that place.  I'm back to the place where I want to weigh her every day.  I want to know "how wet" her diapers are - how many ounces she has to take. 

Yuck, I'm back to that place.

This time it is a different little face refusing bottles, yet my feeling is just the same.  Sinking.

Last week I came home to Mary Hardin's rash and screaming when a bottle came near her.  We tried to wait it out - make sure it wasn't a virus.  This week I took her to the doctor, called our GI specialist and finally gave in to a formula switch.

And I knew this week would be challenging.  Brad went to Vegas for work.

Lets just say that by Thursday I was justifying multiple lattes in a single day.

Which brings me to a very thankful heart..


..thankful for a starbucks right around the corner from my office, for students who make me laugh, for choices in formula, and I'll probably be thankful for reflux medicine soon.  I'm thankful for Brad and his hands on approach to being a Dad when he is home, and for my mom who finds joy in our family and always offers to help.  I'm thankful for double strollers when there is only one person to push.  I'm thankful for for hand-me-down clothes, new bibs that make the spit up look cute, hydrocortizon for baby rashes and vitamins for toddlers that love bread.

And I will be very thankful once my baby starts eating (and sleeping) again.  Eat baby, eat.