9 months old, little baby! This milestone meant a trip to the pediatrician for a good old-fashioned well baby visit. You feed yourself, you nap, you eat, you poop, you have dexterity, you jibber jabber, you smile … everything a 9-month-old is supposed to be doing. The only thing I brought up was your INSANELY smelly armpits. Seriously, it’s like you’re smuggling a teenage boy or cumin up in those folds. The doctor just laughed and I sighed with relief knowing for sure that stinky armpits aren’t the first sign of some major disease or disorder.
Towards the end of the visit the doctor began to go over your height and weight measurements when he got silent and said “Huh.”
I never like hearing “Huh.” from a doctor.
Turns out that while your weight gain had been perfectly normal from your 6 month visit (20 lbs. to 23 lbs. big big baby) your height hadn’t followed suit. Supposedly between your 4 month and 6 month visit you hadn’t grown at all and the doctor just passed it off as error on the nurses behalf, clearly you were growing just fine.
“According to these measurements your baby has shrunk since her last visit.”
I can assure you, you have not shrunk, ever.
He went back out to grab a nurse and had her remeasure you.
Sure enough you went from a recorded 25″ to a nice long 29″.
Proof that even medical professionals sometimes need to double-check their answers.
We left with a sticker which you promptly attempted to eat, a paper sternly warning me to vacuum my floor diligently, not leave you alone on high surfaces and to keep all shivs and needles out of your direct grasp. This parenting gig? I totally have it handled today.