This post is a little late but not much happened in the fifth month. Things, it turns out, aren’t getting better. We learned at Isabel’s four month appointment that she had fallen beneath two growth curves. In two months she hadn’t even gained a full pound. So no matter whether or not it seemed she was satisfied just breastfeeding we ended up having to start supplementing her. A lot. And we had to start going in for weekly weight checks (which felt a whole lot like negligent mommy checks) to make sure that Isabel wasn’t still starving. I think the next time we have a kid – if ever – I’ll put some money toward a baby scale so that I can’t fool myself into thinking I’m successfully breastfeeding when I’m not. I don’t know if I even want to have more kids if it turns out that my body isn’t equipped for it. It feels like I have a low “recharge rate” or something. It takes a full day of not nursing for my breasts to feel like there’s anything in them. Sometimes I wonder if my problem is really that I just can’t relax.