A had her one month well-baby visit with her pediatrician, Dr. Baby. She is weighing in at 8 pounds, 10.5 ounces and is 21 inches long.
This puts her in the 30th percentile for weight and the 41st percentile for height. So it’s looking she’s destined to be petite at the moment. I guess she is taking more after me; I come from small genes. John is tall, but most of his family is not, he is literally the tallest person in his family by a long shot, making him kind of an anomaly, so maybe she’s taking after both sides. I guess we’ll find out as she gets older.
At this rate, it’s going to take her awhile to totally fill out her 0-3 month clothes and move up in diapers. We’re still in newborns for both. Not that I’m complaining; I love my little bit.
Dr. Baby says A is doing and growing beautifully. She’s really pleased with her growth, especially after our initial setback with breast-feeding. She even said she was proud how I stuck with it (yay mommy!). We talked briefly about my feeding plans for after I go back to work (boo) and my frustrations with pumping. And other than a minor meltdown right before we left the office, A hardly even fussed at all and was awake for Dr. Baby the entire visit. Such a good, strong girl.
I’m doing my best to post more often, as I’ve figured out how to use the boppy so I can “hold” A and type at the same time. Not really the most comfortable thing in the world, but I really enjoy writing over here, and I want to keep it up.
But, if I go AWOL for a couple days, you can rest assured this is why:
It’s hard to focus on anything else when the cutest thing in the world wants to cuddle. Cuddles always win.