Feeling shaky and just dreading the next part, we made our way to the other clinic for the developmental check with The Dreaded HV. I don't know whether she'd picked up some vibes from our previous telephone conversation, but I found her much less intrusive and preachy this time. I told her about Monkey's fall and couldn't stop myself from crying a little, I think it was the shock. The babe is spot-on developmentally, and whilst the HV asked questions about her eating it didn't dominate the conversation. I was asked to complete the post-natal depression questionnaire, which I scored low on, the only box I did tick was about "anxiety for no good reason", and I told the HV that a lot of that was related to concerns about the baby's weight and eating. Cue more tears. Jeez, didn't realise I'd let myself get that blocked up about it. Anyway, there is a positive outcome to all of this because the HV actually recommended I stop getting her weighed so regularly (I'd always been asked to come weekly or fortnightly) and said I should come 3-monthly or so. Blimey, that felt like a weight off. We're to come back when she's eating better just to confirm she's gaining again, and then we're staying away from the darn scales.
What else..? I feel a bit sad because I found out that DH is going to South Africa on the 18th for almost two weeks on business.