two week appointment:
weight: 5 lbs 15 oz
length: 20.5 in
weight percentile: 1%
two month appointment:
weight: 8 lbs 5 oz
length 21.25 in
weight percentile: 1%
Today June had her two month appointment.
I have been very curious to know exactly how much weight she's put on. She's certainly no sumo wrestler, but I have started to see some fat on her little tummy, some rolls on her thighs, and maybe, even maybe, a double chin?
Turns out she hasn't been gaining the weight I had hoped. She IS gaining and her progress is steady, but she's not doing the catching up that she's supposed to be doing.
"Her growth is good considering how little she was to start with. She just remains steadily behind. She's not gaining or losing. Just behind," said the doctor today. It sounded exactly like what my doctors would say when she was in the womb- always two or three weeks behind. Never falling more behind than that, just steadily behind.
I have to admit that it is frustrating to go to doctor's appointments, both when I was pregnant and now, and hear over and over again how little June is without knowing if it's a real problem (versus if she is just naturally a small person) or knowing any real solutions. I felt like today was a rerun of a script I have heard so many times: She's small. She's growing. But she's not catching up. We don't know what to do about it. We'll keep an eye on her.
"Keeping an eye" on a baby essentially means nothing, and I'm kind of starting to think that June will never "catch up." And that maybe that's ok? I was a puny little kid. In elementary school my friends dubbed me "Scrawny Bonnie." In seventh and eighth grade I got cut from the volleyball team because I couldn't come close to getting an overhand serve over the net. I had these skinny little arms that just had no power in them. Greg was no giant himself. I don't think he even hit puberty until after he'd graduated from high school. Maybe we just got together and made ourselves a very small human? I mean, someone's gotta be in the first percentile, right?!? Why not June?
I suppose what is most frustrating is that I don't feel like June is unhealthy at all. Until I go to the doctor. Then all of a sudden I get put into panic mode. She eats every three to four hours like clockwork with the exception of night time when she will go six to eight hours. She guzzles her milk with passion. She acts full and satisfied when she is done. Her belches would give any twelve pound baby a run for his money. She is pleasant and content almost all day long and rarely fusses. She takes two to three hour naps three times a day. You can't say those are signs of a malnourished or unhealthy baby. And yet every time I go to the doctor there is this worry put on me. All I know for certain is that I have seen and known lots of babies with plenty of extra poundage that don't act nearly as happy to be living in this world as June is.
I leave you with a fist pump. Because seriously. My baby fist pumps in her sleep.