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Argh!

No time to think of a title, let alone a witty one, I am aware that I only come on here to complain about being busy, and I apologise. The last few weeks? Months? I can’t actually remember any more I just feel I am constantly playing catch up: my to-do list is as long as the Nile and I am forever trying to get past the Must Dos to the Would Be Nice To Dos, while mainlining dairy milk and coffee. As I type this (fast) I am simultaneously eating lunch, thinking about how to fix my latest website design, which is apparentlyrather less beautiful in widescreen than on my little monitor, considering how to reorder the text of a manuscript so it makes basic sense, and making soup. Also worrying about T who has lost weight: worrying in a primeval mummy sense (it goes I am a terrible mother maybe I need to think more about what and when and how much she is eating perhaps she needs jars maybe I should insist she stop dashing about* and eat a proper meal perhaps she needs to drink formula** maybe I need to bake more cakes maybe if she had proper naps it would be ok) rather than a rational sense as there is clearly absolutely nothing wrong with her. Yesterday***’s health visitor even said – and I quote directly if you will forgive a moment of pride – “they are both doing really well, you are doing a great job”! How nice was that. But today’s HV was all: well I can see she is fine but we will just have to keep an eye on it and you need to bring her back in. Which of course, of the two, is the message that has sunk in.

Ping! Finished my lunch, time to run again.

*Some role model I am
**Ha ha ha. As if.
***Yesterday’s HV came to do her 1-year check but didn’t bring any scales so I thought I’d pop her on to get weighed today. She weighs the same now that she did when she was 8 1/2 months and has dropped down the centiles. But Maggie did exactly the same at this age and caught back up again; she has actually only lost 1 1/2 oz (which is I imagine less than the weight of a dirty nappy!); she’s crawling and cruising; I am really not worried in the least. Apart from that little niggle that is always there going BAD MUMMY.

4 Responses to “Argh!”

  1. helen
    November 9th, 2007 17:06
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    my theory is that this happens to nearly all breastfed babies at this age for some strange reason. have you looked at the who charts??

  2. Karen
    November 12th, 2007 11:29
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    Come on Lisa, you’re a scientist. Isn’t this called regressing to mean? Isn’t that what statistics are supposed to do? I can’t believe HVs are so ignorant as to think higher centile lines are better than lower ones.

  3. Karen
    November 12th, 2007 11:35
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    Also, you’re a great mum. That’s why you’re my guru.

  4. turquoise » Blog Archive » Spoke too soon
    November 27th, 2007 16:59
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    […] this past week (a growth spurt, presumably, which had me all prepared to march back to the health visitor and say SEE) is once again neither eating nor sleeping. Teeth, all mums sigh in agreement – apart […]

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