I dread these visits. We get our baby’s height and weight and find out how he’s doing when compared to babies of his birth age instead of his gestational age. We also get asked the developmental questions.
These things make me so afraid.
I don’t want to be afraid. I want to revel in my amazing son who has gained 9 (!) pounds since he was born 2.5 month early. This was a mixed visit. We had the good news of being on the chart for the first time. 1% yay! Followed by the need for one more doctor, and ENT. Drake has a cyst in the corner of his mouth that he’ll have to have surgically removed.
He’s an amazing baby. Sleeping 7 hours a night, starting to coo and smile. We’re living on Drake time and it’s a fun time zone.
We got to take him to his first large family gathering since the end (finally!) of RSV season in our area. It was an awesome 4th BBQ at Grandma’s.