I recently went to my kid’s doctor for a checkup. To be honest my first boy had issues gaining weight and looked like it. My second (girl) doesn’t look like she is having any issues so I went to this appointment believing that we were going to come out VICTORIOUS! Whelp…it didn’t happen that way. The nurse came in saying “about her weight, I’m getting concerened.” My first reaction to her was “Umm…I think you have the wrong room.” She then said “no, Arielle, right?” I then listened as she stole every bit of air from my lungs as she said this could affect her brain development and something has to happen. I was in Total Shock! It couldn’t be. She is chunky….and that’s exactly how the Nurse Practitioner named her too. As she said “come here chuncky.” I was at a loss for words. Wait, didn’t you just say she needs to gain…yet in the same breathe call her chunky? I felt like I was living the twilight zone and started to drift off into space. All the while this woman is telling me that I need to take this serious. Serious? I just found out about this….give me a minute lady! I am literally under so much duress that I can’t think straight. This juxtapose of this chunky girl gaining weight being an issue was too much for me to take in. I am a momma of a very active 5 year old and a sweet 7 month old. I don’t work outside of home and am with these kids 24/7. Did I miss something? Was I really living a double life? Where am I during the day? Was I really lost in another world while the life my body presides in is sitting here wasting away? Yeah…no. I am here. I am present. I am living with these sweet kids. A mom. A mom who is in love with her little babies and would do anything to make sure nothing ever happens to them. So, now what? I got in contact with the Lactation consultant that presided in their office. She was so kind to me. I decided to rent a pump and do what they wanted me to do. Which was feed her every 2 hours…then pump after every feeding for 10 minutes. All the while I used Doterra’s Basil and Lavender Essential oils to help increase my milk supply. At first…..nothing. Then condensation….then Oooh A drop. Then more drops. I figured hey I think I am doing Good here. I am so proud of my little drops. Dang it! After a bit it was about 1/4 an ounce…then wait….drops. NO!!! I texted the lactation consultant and she assured me that Arielle was most likely taking the increase. The result after 16 days….Success! I went in to do a weight check and She gained 10 ounces. I felt so good. I mean SO Good. For some reason it really validated in my mind that I am a Good momma and I try really hard to do the right things. And how dare that lady let me get to a point where I questioned the quality of my motherhood. Never again! Thank the Lord for sweet Victory. It’s day by day here. But their my days. I love this Life. It’s a sweet life and its mine.