December 6, 2012 | Category: four
Have I ever told you how baby Paul is taking after his birdie sister and is impeccably tiny? Yeah, he’s holding his own in the 2nd percentile. And at almost a year old, he weighs just under 17 pounds.
Yes, I feed him.
His weight would be extremely concerning to me if he didn’t have a 5 year old sister who weighs only 33 pounds. But since I feel like I’ve been down this worrisome “failure to thrive” (which can I say for a minute how much I absolutely cannot stand the term “failure to thrive”) road before, I’m doing my best to not to let it bother me too much.
But because of his size and his disinterest in crawling (don’t think I ever mentioned it, but he also has a minor case of diastasis recti which has lead to a weak-ish core which is contributing to his lack of mobility), we’ve started to go to the pediatrician every few weeks for a weight/progress check.
So yesterday morning, baby Paul, Gage and I went to the pediatrician to sit on the scale and have a little chat about his progress. And while our pediatrician was going over his vitals, she discovered he currently has two fairly significant ear infections.
I mean honestly, how does that even happen? Tell me, how can a kid be so sick and I not even realize it?
I tell you what. Babies are super weird.
And now I’m left to wonder what else I’m missing that’s sitting right under my nose. Tomorrow I’ll probably discover an 11th toe or something. Or maybe a third nipple. TRIPLE NIPPLE!