Tripled!
The second appointment of the day was a weight check at the pediatrician. Rowan is now 9 pounds 3.5 ounces!!! That is triple his lowest weight!
prematurity
“Hey doc, how’s about a refill”
Today was appointment day (a lot of days are appointment days).
First, I had an appointment with my psychiatrist. While my therapist and pretty much everyone else have agreed that I’m handling things very well considering the circumstances, I’m still overwhelmed and having some days of major anxiety. The last few months have been long and hard and more than a bit terrifying. I’m already on Zoloft for seasonal affective disorder/anxiety (which should come as a surprise to exactly no one, though I’m sure my mom’s dialing finger is itching right now), so we agreed it would hurt nothing to bump it up a bit. Obviously a lot is situational, but there is no need to suffer just for the sake of suffering.
Picture post
And just as a reminder of where we began:
I see a corner, I want to turn
knocks on all the wood I think maybe we’re turning a corner on the whole nursing thing. I hope.
Tongue tied
Typing this on my phone, so if I say anything extremely weird you can blame it on auto correct.
