Strange cold torture…

What is this obsession with weight? Who cares…

It was the middle of my last night in hospital. I woke up and let mum know (at the top of my lungs) that I was ready to be fed; only to be whipped down to the nursery where some strange woman stripped me naked and put me on the cold cold scales. HELLO?

Apparently I had only lost 5% of my birth weight which mum told me is quite impressive for a little tike. BUT from my perspective the whole process was quite traumatic for someone who is just five days old.

Shortly afterwards we returned to our room and Mum fed me. All was forgiven…

Later that day we returned to the comfort of our home.

Then yesterday, it happened again. Some strange woman from the local community centre came to visit. She barged in, interrupted my sleep, strips me naked and puts me on the cold, cold scales again. Again they try and comfort me by telling me how well I am doing to be back above my birth weight.

BUT to be honest, I couldn’t care less what my weight is. Feed me or let me sleep!