Thursday, June 22, 2006

My Time At the Doctor

Does anyone else feel that your kid's pediatrician spends as much time checking you out as she does the kid?

Oh, no? So it's just my paranoia?

That's nice.

Yesterday was Malcolm's 1-year checkup, which he passed with flying colors. Let me just stress that right up front: He's a very healthy kid. We're incredibly lucky. I appreciate every day that I don't have to deal with the horror and stress that parents with sick children have to go through, and I wish that no child had to deal with health problems EVER.

But (and you knew there was one)...

He's small. Percentile-wise that is. 19 lbs 7 oz and 29-1/4 in. That would be 10% in weight and 50% in height.

I know that I'm filled with neuroses and I'm fine with that, really. But this is the kind of thing that makes me wonder if I'm a good mother. Am I feeding him right? Is he getting enough exercise? Enough sleep? Enough toys? Enough sunlight and Vitamin D? What???!??!?

At this rate, he won't be in a forward-facing carseat until he's a year and a half old. Which doesn't rank high on the list of priorities in life, but still. Perhaps lacking better things to worry about, I'm creating one. (At which point my entire family chimes in: "YES!")

Whatever. I am thankful that he is healthy. He does his little crabwalk across the apartment and is starting to chase after the dog. He loves his books and he loves throwing things. He has a great sense of humor, and he's on a great sleeping schedule.

In 16 years after his voice changes, and he hits his growth spurt and defies my ban on playing American football, I'm sure I'll look back on this time and laugh.

2 comments:

Rie said...

Girl,

That is the sweetest photo ever! You have a sweet sweet husband and son. Don't worry about the little guy being little. Pockey was the shortest kid in his confirmation class, and then grew nearly a foot from freshman year to when he graduated from high school. You're the best mommy!

Love ya.

yarnmaniac said...

Don't worry, he'll catch up! You will laugh later, I promise.