Ever since Roo was little, she's been a little on the... hefty side.
When she was four months she was 18 pounds and since that doctor's visit, I've been freaked out in the back of my head. Silently I've been worrying about her being an overweight baby.
Every doctor's visit since that four month check up I've been hounding the poor man about her weight. And at every visit, he has reassured me that she's perfectly healthy.
Until her check up today.
He said she needs to lose her belly.
That soft squishy belly I love to kiss, it's got to go.
He said that if she says she is hungry to feed her water and salad.
And I'm in shock.
Of course, I knew her belly wasn't the best thing for her to be carting around. But most babies have bellies and I just was reassuring myself this was normal.
And it's not like I was filling her up with mac and cheese and chicken nuggets three times a day. Once a week, sure... but not everyday.
And yes, like every kid she does have the occasion treat... so I didn't think I was being a bad parent.
Now I feel like a horrible parent.
I feel like everything I've cooked has been poison.
To stop the cycle I've got to retrain myself. I need to learn to cook healthier, make better choices for my daughter(s).
And while I really have no clue where to start, all I can say is thank god for Google!
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