Our nurse practitioner/LC was very unconcerned. She's at the 10% mark, a little lower than last time but, again, she wasn't walking then. She never sits still now. Anyway, she suggested that we try to get more whole milk and expressed breast milk into her during the day. Her strategy? Add a little natural ice cream to the milk to entice her to the sippy. I think she might be a crackhead, but after literally losing sleep over the ice cream plan, I have decided that 1) a little bit at the grandies' will not hurt her, and 2) I can load her up with avacado, yoghurt/kefir, flax & olive oil enriched stuff and whatever other tasty plant fats I can think of when she's at home. And there will of course be continued access to the all night mom buffet.
Why am I constantly losing my shit over this perfectionist crazy mom overdrive stuff? Who cries, not because her baby's a skinny little bit, but because she'll have OMG a little ice cream? I just unleashed 1 year+ worth of pent up insanity at Bu about my feeling that my wants for Molly are being blocked by everyone. This was spurred after I shared my sweets anxiety with Papaw, telling him how I'm trying so hard to make over my diet so we can all set a good example. I said, I really, really don't want her to learn our awful habits and end up fat and tired like all of us are and he offered a sarcastic, "Good luck!" It infuriates me. I feel like he's saying, "Yeh, about that? I'm not making any effort whatsoever and you have no control over her diet when she's with me, so whatever. I scoff at you, granola mom."
Anyway, I'm better at the moment. I need some [