No one said nutrient recovery was easy, and I was prepared for the mental walls that needed to come down for my daughter. But the physical discomfort from eating every two hours -- whether she is hungry or not -- is a hurt I wasn't expecting. I'm glad she is gaining weight; I'm glad that her meal plan is getting her to a place where she can begin to heal more than her body... but I feel so helpless sometimes. There is so little I can do to make this okay. In fact, my job is to prepare big meals and support her through eating she doesn't want to do. It's my job to ask to her take one more bite when she is stuffed and says her stomach is bursting and she can't.

I hate that.