No, I'm okay. Thank God it didn't happen at this time last year, though, when the hormones and guilt and fever and exhaustion and uncertainty and guilt and guilt and guilt were still so prominent.
Still: the first day that formula passed Alex's lips, she was one month old. She weighed five ounces less than her birth weight. She had not gained even as much as half an ounce over the previous nine days, and had begun to lose weight. A before-and-after-nursing weight check at the lactation clinic that day showed that she took in less than half an ounce of milk during a feed.
In the course of the week following the introduction of formula, she gained more than a pound.
And yet, I'm apparently supposed to believe that that was the day that I stopped feeding her "properly."
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Date: 2006-06-01 07:16 pm (UTC)Still: the first day that formula passed Alex's lips, she was one month old. She weighed five ounces less than her birth weight. She had not gained even as much as half an ounce over the previous nine days, and had begun to lose weight. A before-and-after-nursing weight check at the lactation clinic that day showed that she took in less than half an ounce of milk during a feed.
In the course of the week following the introduction of formula, she gained more than a pound.
And yet, I'm apparently supposed to believe that that was the day that I stopped feeding her "properly."