Scotty had his two-month check-up on Monday, and Dr. Awesome just laughed at him (in a good way) when she saw him. I sat him on the table and she giggled and looked at me and said, "He's a big one, isn't he?"
Totally music to my ears. Considering at his one month appointment, he was in the 25th-50th percentile for height, weight, and head size, I found this totally unacceptable. I know size doesn't translate to test scores (being in the 95th percentile is not the same as scoring a 95 on a test), but in my mind, it does. I am hyper-competitive (even at baby shower games), and my child will NOT have 25th percentile in his chart if I can help it. 25%ile = failure. Not in my world.
Obviously, some of this is out of my control, but in the month since our last visit, I'm happy to report our little pork chop is in the 50th%ile for height (so-so), 90th%ile for head size (clearly taking after his father), and 99th%ile for weight. Yessssss! My child is healthy! Really, really healthy! As I told the NICU nurses after we left, we would likely see them again in about 6 years, this time for childhood obesity related issues.
Scotty is fat...really, really fat. And I just love his little chub. The doctor said breast-fed babies tend to be a little fatter than formula-fed ones since there is more fat in breast milk, and my boobs were happy to hear that. They've been working hard for the little guy. I'm just so glad we're over the 'hump' of everything that happened, and Scotty appears to be thriving.
Despite my hand-wringing, Scotty also passed the rest of the exam, too. Right when Dr. Awesome asked if he was cooing, he broke into some of the cutest little baby coos ever (show-off.) He smiled for her, raised his head during tummy time, and was all-round a perfect little show pony. I had driven to the appointment with great trepidation, thinking that Scotty was going to howl through the whole thing, refuse tummy time, and barf on me. Luckily, it went smoothly and he even took his shots like a tough guy.
I talked to a friend last night that I hadn't spoken with since July, and when he asked how I liked motherhood, I blurted out, "OH MY GOD! It's hard! It's so freaking hard! I had NO idea!" And he started laughing. It made me think of all the things I didn't know prior to popping out a baby, which is long and extensive. So if you are pregnant (or thinking about becoming pregnant), maybe this list would be helpful to you. And if you are already a mother, feel free to laugh at my early incompetence. I've been mentally composing it during all of our late night feedings, and hopefully I'll get it on paper (computer screen?) later today. Seriously, the learning curve for us has been a steep one.
Totally music to my ears. Considering at his one month appointment, he was in the 25th-50th percentile for height, weight, and head size, I found this totally unacceptable. I know size doesn't translate to test scores (being in the 95th percentile is not the same as scoring a 95 on a test), but in my mind, it does. I am hyper-competitive (even at baby shower games), and my child will NOT have 25th percentile in his chart if I can help it. 25%ile = failure. Not in my world.
Obviously, some of this is out of my control, but in the month since our last visit, I'm happy to report our little pork chop is in the 50th%ile for height (so-so), 90th%ile for head size (clearly taking after his father), and 99th%ile for weight. Yessssss! My child is healthy! Really, really healthy! As I told the NICU nurses after we left, we would likely see them again in about 6 years, this time for childhood obesity related issues.
Scotty is fat...really, really fat. And I just love his little chub. The doctor said breast-fed babies tend to be a little fatter than formula-fed ones since there is more fat in breast milk, and my boobs were happy to hear that. They've been working hard for the little guy. I'm just so glad we're over the 'hump' of everything that happened, and Scotty appears to be thriving.
Despite my hand-wringing, Scotty also passed the rest of the exam, too. Right when Dr. Awesome asked if he was cooing, he broke into some of the cutest little baby coos ever (show-off.) He smiled for her, raised his head during tummy time, and was all-round a perfect little show pony. I had driven to the appointment with great trepidation, thinking that Scotty was going to howl through the whole thing, refuse tummy time, and barf on me. Luckily, it went smoothly and he even took his shots like a tough guy.
I talked to a friend last night that I hadn't spoken with since July, and when he asked how I liked motherhood, I blurted out, "OH MY GOD! It's hard! It's so freaking hard! I had NO idea!" And he started laughing. It made me think of all the things I didn't know prior to popping out a baby, which is long and extensive. So if you are pregnant (or thinking about becoming pregnant), maybe this list would be helpful to you. And if you are already a mother, feel free to laugh at my early incompetence. I've been mentally composing it during all of our late night feedings, and hopefully I'll get it on paper (computer screen?) later today. Seriously, the learning curve for us has been a steep one.
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