Momma has been so worried about you. You are such a little thing. There's not much meat on you. You're just skin & bones. People at church call you "the little baby bird" or "peanut". Yesterday I was worried that I wasn't producing enough milk for you. Today it seems like everything is flowing just fine. I'll take you to the doctor in two more days. I'm pretty sure she'll want me to supplement your diet with formula. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I've gotten pretty attached to nursing you. We'll see & we'll figure out what's best for you. I love you.