Wow. . . it's been a while since we've had a second to breathe, yet alone post, but there may some relief in sight. After months and months of trying everything under the sun to get Zoe to gain weight, we have finally resorted to surgery. Two days ago she had a nissen fundoplication (which is supposed to fix her reflux) and a feeding tube was surgically inserted into her tummy. While the last few days have been rough and the next few weeks are likely to be more of the same, we are hoping that our lives can start to take on some sort of a normal pattern in the near future. For the past nine months we have counted every mililiter that has gone into Zoe's body, we have created a chemistry lab in our kitchen trying to get as many calories as possible into each millileter of her food, and we have spent hours and hours and hours and hours trying to feed her when she absolutely does not want to eat. We are really hoping that this surgery does the trick and that our little girl, who is five pounds behind her twin, will finally start to catch up.

Here's our little munchkins practicing their tummy time:

Sorry to keep it so brief, but I've gotta get some shut eye while baby Zoe is sleeping. . .