So, I began reflecting on the past 9 weeks and 5 days. I look at little Lucy, and can't help but notice she's finally gettin' the chunk on. Just look at that round face. And she's got a little roll on her leg. Much of the beginning of our little life together was spent worrying about how long it was taking her to get that chunk on. It took her four weeks to get back to birth weight...yeah, they tell you that should happen by two weeks. Then, the lazy little thing...sleep seemed better than getting the chunk on. But that did no good when it was time to plop the porkchop on the scales.

To say we endured a breastfeeding nightmare...yeah, I think that's fair. Our regimen took an hour to complete...we nursed, then supplemented, then pumped, then washed pump parts, then got ready for the next feeding. Take that, times about 8-10 times a day...yeah, I think that qualifies as nightmarish. But, we kept on keeping on, and, we made it. Today, when Lucy hopped on those scales, and we saw the numbers 10 pounds 9-2 ounces...we high fived and Porkchop celebrated with another 3.5 ounce milk shake. Today, Lucy whispered to me, "Mommy, we did it." I heard it...I really did!
So, it was a long haul, but I do believe we've arrived. We've arrived at our goal of having a happy, healthy, porkchop of a baby. It made our crazy beginnings definitely worth it...just in time for Mommy to return to work. Yep, Luce and Daddy-o will get on just fine, I just know it. And I will survive, too, I just know it.
































