CHUNK!

Yesterday, Ryan and I both had off of school due to the weather.  He played in the snow, built a snowman, and made a snow angel.  I cooked breakfast, comforted Reagan since her teeth are still giving her trouble, and managed to sneak in a half hour nap during the day.

What's unusual is not what I DID do... it's what I didn't do.

For the first time in four months and twenty-seven days, I did not write down every time Reagan ate.  I did not add up the totals, calculate the number of ounces eaten, and plot it on my mental growth chart.  I did not look at how the day or week was trending in comparison to previous days and weeks.

When she was hungry, I fed her.  When she was done eating, I stopped, regardless of whether there was a few drops or an ounce left in the bottle.

And you know what?  I was less stressed (of course).  But not only that, I came to a realization:

I HAVE A CHUNKY BABY!!!!!

See for yourself:

Those pudgy toes... those chubby fingers!  Never in my life did I think my little NICU peanut would fill out so beautifully.  And the most important evidence of all is her beautiful smile!  She's happy... she's healthy... and I need to STOP WORRYING and thinking otherwise!

I feel great going into our (hopefully LAST?) weight check on the 19th.  I'm confident she's going to pass with flying colors.

It's funny... when you're not writing everything down and trying frantically to remember what you might have missed, you have a few minutes longer to kiss those baby toes!