Write two haiku about: parting ways.
Took Miles to the public health office here in Osoyoos this morning to get him weighed and checked out, which saved us a drive to Penticton to see the midwives to do the same things. He's doing well. Like, very well.
Like, 7 pounds 14 ounces well.
As a reminder, his birth weight was 7 pounds 8 ounces. That would be one week ago this morning. I think we can relax about his feeding and weight gain now. Also: he can relax about needing to feed so often. Pretty sure Kat would appreciate that.
In less fun news, Max did not want to go to daycare this morning. It took me over half an hour to get out of there and I had to leave him crying when I did.
I called later on to make sure he was doing okay. And of course he was basically fine before I'd even reached the car. And when I picked him up he said he'd had a good day. And it took nearly fifteen minutes to get him out of there.
Because kids gotta kids.
So long, dearest friend.
May your rest be peaceful and
the maggots gentle
* * *
Parting is such sweet...
Forget that noise. I'm better
off without that nag!