My son was an itty bitty thing. I say was like he's not still itty. Ha. I think he's in the third percentile now? I guess it's been awhile since our last appointment, but we aren't surprised when his 12 month swimsuit falls off him while he walks. He's just a little dude like his daddy. I don't mind, especially now that I can sew his clothes and make 'em extra wee.
ANYWAY. Where am I even going with this? Addie's 6 month appointment was this week. This girl is chunk-a-dunk. Like, rolls galore. Here, let me pull up a little picture I snapped a few days ago on my phone and we can discuss this:
Okay, she's a big girl. Right? Right. It's okay, this is the one time in life when it's okay to call a gal fat. I was expecting, oh, 60th percentile, 70th...80th?
Nope. 44th. Huh? If that is 44th, what does a baby in the 90th percentile look like? Oh my baby fat. And that's the weirdest part of it all. I've SEEN lots of babies in the 80th, 90th percentile and they look smaller than Little Big Addie. Not that I'm wasting good, valuable time analyzing this or anything. Not me. I wouldn't ever take something small and insignificant and beat it into the ground.
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So hubby comes home from work that day and I unleash all of the above on him. He stares at me blankly and then he's all, "I spent exactly zero seconds thinking about any of that." Okay, okay. This is a girl thing, right? Other moms analyze their baby's stats TO DEATH, right?
PS - I analyze this to death because I did have such a small boy and I think deep down inside, no matter how confident you are as a mother, you can't help but let your mind wonder to the "Did I do something wrong" aspect of things now and then. We had a lot of medical issues with Ben his first 18 months and his weight was one of them. I always felt like it was somehow my fault, even though rationally I know it wasn't. I was excited to have a baby at the opposite end of the spectrum to somehow reassure myself that I am capable of feeding my children properly. Or something.
PS - I analyze this to death because I did have such a small boy and I think deep down inside, no matter how confident you are as a mother, you can't help but let your mind wonder to the "Did I do something wrong" aspect of things now and then. We had a lot of medical issues with Ben his first 18 months and his weight was one of them. I always felt like it was somehow my fault, even though rationally I know it wasn't. I was excited to have a baby at the opposite end of the spectrum to somehow reassure myself that I am capable of feeding my children properly. Or something.
LOL at Tim's comment. I spend about that long thinking about it too (okay, maybe 4 seconds or something) but my MIL analyzes it into the ground and keeps a booklet handy of all of her kids and grandkids stats at every age. Now THAT is crazy. I've just stopped giving her my kids stats at all since I don't see the point in the comparisons.
ReplyDeleteOh, and FWIW Hadley is in the 80th percentile for weight and 90th for height. I think she and Addie look much the same, Hadley just packs it on a little more in the thighs ;)
Meant to come back earlier and amend my comment to say that my cavalier attitude probably comes from the fact that I've always had bigger babies. The percentiles have thus just never been on my list of things to worry about, but as I'm sure you know, there are a hundred other things regarding my kids that I spend my time analyzing to death ;)
ReplyDeleteLol @ MIL keeping a booklet of her grandkids' stats!
ReplyDeleteAnd I TOTALLY understand, Lauren. I would be the same in your shoes. At least we can commiserate on the skin/rashes. :)