A week or so ago (or maybe it was longer...who knows) while I was driving to pick up Olivia from preschool, I was listening to a radio program with an interview of a man whose most recent book was about the controversy over foie gras and force feeding the ducks or geese for their livers.
And since I've been feeling somewhat like a foie gras farmer...or would it be a goose farmer...anyway, I'm happy to say that at the last weight check (the 3rd in 5 days), Saul is back to his birth weight.
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He's SO cute!
Rose and Henry both had issues gaining enough weight, and I always wished I had a baby scale at home (but in the blur of caring for them always forgot to buy one.) Hazel is gaining well, but with a price: I'm paranoid of running into troubles, so I nurse her ALL. THE. TIME. Like 40 minutes every 4 hours (with maybe a slightly longer stretch between feedings at night.) I'm sooo tired. (And so in love with her.)
Hooray for Saul!! And bravo to you for having #4. It makes me tired even thinking about it. I'd much rather just have your kids over for a playdate. Deal?
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