I could literally start calling Fridays, Weight Check Friday. We seem to have one every week.
Last week I was on the confident side on the scale. This week...
Well, let's just say that I checked the label on the jar and there are only 5 little calories in a pickle. Five. Despite everyone's constant efforts as the best short order cooks in town, pickles, are the main thing that she has been willing to eat.
I can't even begin to explain how feeding this child has consumed our lives. The amount I am able to get in her keeps me up at night. This must be the point those other parents were talking about when they felt relief at the tube finally going in. I still don't wish that for her, but right now, I might understand where they are coming from.
Hannah, however, never gives up. Knowing what tomorrow is, she has done her best to eat more. Tonight is a PTA support night at a local pizzeria. For every pie you buy a portion will go to the PTA. Hannah says she wants to go and eat lots of pizza. Fortunately, her ANC is high enough for me to comply and God knows she needs the calories. So, with an abnormal supply of hand sanitizer/ disinfectant wipes, we are off to eat pizza and support the PTA!