Okay. Some days, the bottle looms so large that it casts a shadow over everything--but only because I let it. Because I'm so very, very tired and incredibly discouraged and wishing to the point of physical aching that Stella would just eat. I mean, can you imagine if someone begged you, on their hands and knees, to eat tons… Continue reading Hope in a bottle
It's great that my appetite is back. Because I have some words to eat. In my last post, regarding Friday's doctor appointment and weigh-in, I stated, "I’m certain that she won’t have gained the ounce per day that the doctor would prefer to see." Over the two previous weeks, she'd gained ten ounces total, or five ounces a week. So I… Continue reading Lucky 14?