Thursday, August 31, 2006
Tiny Girl
So Val is still on with her attempts to slide right off the weight chart. She’s under the 10th percentile now, at 13 pounds 10 oz this morning. You should see what she eats, though! In an average day she nurses 6 or 7 times, including a couple of times overnight (and my supply is fine...I’d tell you why I’m so sure but that’s TMI, I think), eats between 2 and four jars of baby food, a couple of big servings of oatmeal and/or barley cereal (with the baby food), a share of whatever we’re having for supper, and sometimes a snack.
She’s also the squirmiest baby ever. She’s also pulling up on everything everywhere, can crawl almost as fast as I normally walk, and changing her diaper has become an affair that involves me sitting on the floor with her where I can pin her arms with my legs. Otherwise it’s simply impossible. And with that skill she deftly defeated the (overly timid, young, new) nurse today, who measured her at 25 and a quarter inches. I know, because I’m the poor sap who has to dress her, that she’s grown more than a half inch in the last two months. My own measurement against her measurements once she left the room and Val calmed a little and let me stretch her out properly was about an inch longer. Which would put her right back at the sixtieth percentile, where I expected her to be (per usual) rather than the thirtieth. Ah, well.
At least her head--being easier to measure--looked like it grew appropriately!
Our doctor, being possessed of a sneaky sense of humor, ambushed me with a blood pressure check while I was there, too. And it stank, as usual, so more meds, as is becoming the pattern. I’m starting to suspect that not having slept a full night in more than six months is what’s keeping it high. God knows we walk enough, lol! And he doesn’t think there’s anything particularly wrong with me that a million bucks and a beach vacation wouldn’t cure (my words, but I’m pretty sure that’s what he meant, lol). So we soldier on. Sleepily.