|can't get enough|

the girl has no ankles. she also has no wrists. she is so fat, we has fat folds where she has no joints! for example, she has a fold of fat in the middle of her forearm.

and yet, we obsess that she doesn't eat enough. i am not sure why. the other night, she wouldn't eat more than an ounce before bed. so i resigned myself to waking up sometime in the middle of the night to feed her. this was during a particularly difficult week of being on call. well, i got paged plenty of times, but she never woke up to eat.

i got up at 5am. she was still asleep.

why didn't she get up? she must be starving! she hasn't had a full meal in over 12 hours!

i start getting ready for work, and she still doesn't stir.

she's dead. that's it. oh my god, she starved to death.

i tiptoe to her door, and listen carefully for sounds of her breathing. moments later, i feel idiotic. babies don't starve to death overnight. especially not babies that are in the 95th percentile for their height and weight group.

parents think the weirdest, most irrational things.