Six Month Stats
We had Henry's six-month pediatrician checkup today. In a flash of wittiness, the doctor charted out his measurements and informed me that he was in the 50th percentile . . . for a 13-month old.
Head circumference: 46cm (95th percentile)
Weight: 21 pounds, 3 ounces (off the charts)
Height: 30 inches (even more off the charts)
These posts are starting to get a little repetitive, aren't they?
As usual, Henry put on his best show and was a big hit with all the nurses. Two offered to take him home and adopt him (only one had the good sense to request that I still pay for college). Our favorite nurse, Sue, has a bit of a soft spot for our big guy because she has a very tall son herself. She always remembers Henry even though we're practically never in the office. One of the other nurses started our checkup and Sue waved her off, saying, "oh, no, this one is mine."
The doctor proclaimed Henry magnificent in every way, which we already knew. She also gave us the green light and a gentle nudge on starting solids. I've been dragging my feet on solids, partially because I like nursing him as often as possible, and partially because the logistics seem too daunting. It was so easy when Henry just had one food from one source!
Dr. P wants us to give him solids three times a day, and while we can pawn off breakfast and lunch on the nanny, adding another meal to our highly-orchestrated evening just seems like chaos. We have exactly 90 minutes from the time I get home from work to the time we start the bedtime routine, during which I usually nurse the baby, we cook ourselves dinner, eat it, play with the baby, and address other sundry life demands before I have to get back to work. The thought of adding another meal of extra-messy proportions just makes me groan and roll my eyes. Of course, if he is eating "solids" (why do they call it that? there is nothing solid about pureed vegetables mixed with milk.) in the evening, I don't need to nurse him at 6:00, but then I have to pump an extra time at work, which means an extra set of bottles and parts....
Sigh. I will endeavor to get over my wallowing laziness and feed my child nutritious and developmentally-appropriate foods. I will also remind myself that the puree phase is short, and in a few months he can just eat smashed bits of whatever grownup food we have already made for dinner. Or he can make himself a damn PBJ if he doesn't like what I've cooked. After all, he'll be able to reach the upper cabinets in no time.
Head circumference: 46cm (95th percentile)
Weight: 21 pounds, 3 ounces (off the charts)
Height: 30 inches (even more off the charts)
These posts are starting to get a little repetitive, aren't they?
As usual, Henry put on his best show and was a big hit with all the nurses. Two offered to take him home and adopt him (only one had the good sense to request that I still pay for college). Our favorite nurse, Sue, has a bit of a soft spot for our big guy because she has a very tall son herself. She always remembers Henry even though we're practically never in the office. One of the other nurses started our checkup and Sue waved her off, saying, "oh, no, this one is mine."
The doctor proclaimed Henry magnificent in every way, which we already knew. She also gave us the green light and a gentle nudge on starting solids. I've been dragging my feet on solids, partially because I like nursing him as often as possible, and partially because the logistics seem too daunting. It was so easy when Henry just had one food from one source!
Dr. P wants us to give him solids three times a day, and while we can pawn off breakfast and lunch on the nanny, adding another meal to our highly-orchestrated evening just seems like chaos. We have exactly 90 minutes from the time I get home from work to the time we start the bedtime routine, during which I usually nurse the baby, we cook ourselves dinner, eat it, play with the baby, and address other sundry life demands before I have to get back to work. The thought of adding another meal of extra-messy proportions just makes me groan and roll my eyes. Of course, if he is eating "solids" (why do they call it that? there is nothing solid about pureed vegetables mixed with milk.) in the evening, I don't need to nurse him at 6:00, but then I have to pump an extra time at work, which means an extra set of bottles and parts....
Sigh. I will endeavor to get over my wallowing laziness and feed my child nutritious and developmentally-appropriate foods. I will also remind myself that the puree phase is short, and in a few months he can just eat smashed bits of whatever grownup food we have already made for dinner. Or he can make himself a damn PBJ if he doesn't like what I've cooked. After all, he'll be able to reach the upper cabinets in no time.
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He's as tall as me...according to stats. You'll love the puree food stage!
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