We went to Sadie’s 4-month check-up on Friday, and someone would like to take this opportunity to express her argument against immunizations:
Sadie checked out just fine, and is chubbing up nicely at 14lbs and 8oz (one ounce less than I predicted!), placing her in the 75th percentile for weight. Her height, however?
90th percentile, motherscratchers.
Internet, Sadie is 25.5 inches long. That’s five inches longer than she was at birth, meaning she has GROWN FIVE INCHES IN FOUR MONTHS. I mean, WHAT? Can you even imagine growing five inches in four months? Has someone been slipping uranium in my coffee? Can I just confess here real quick that I’m somehow proud of this because apparently I’m going to be proud of every little involuntary thing her body does although I am determined not to let this include bowel movements but having said that I just remembered that I once boasted about the extreme loudness of her poops and that is pretty much the same thing, oh god help me amen?
She’s talking about my poops again, isn’t she.
Anyway, the pediatrician told us that we are cool to start introducing oatmeal and then barley cereal, and in a couple weeks when Sadie reaches the 5-month-mark, she’ll be ready to start trying some vegetables. As the rice (and now oatmeal) cereal has been a rousing success, I can’t wait to see how she takes to the palate-pleasing delight of pureed green beans. She has already begun getting impatient and reaching out whenever she sees us eating, and I have to admit that my boobs have been increasingly happy about the arrival of Other Food.
My boobs would like a vacation now, thanks.
I’ve been playing with the idea of making some of my own baby food, since I’ve heard that it’s easy, saves money, and allows me full quality control. Brad mentioned this to my mother all of once, and she has since brought it up EVERY TIME I SEE HER. And she’s bringing it up in a way that suggests I am a crazy hippie for even entertaining the thought of making my own baby food, and this DRIVES ME NUTS. I can’t really explain how I know her subtext except that she is my mother and I just know. I also get the feeling that she has shared this information with my sister – the mother of a 9-month-old who has been eating store-bought baby food for months now – and I can just FEEL my sister and mother having conversations to the tune of “She’s crazy if she thinks she’ll have time to make her own baby food/that’s just stupid/what’s the point?” behind my back. Keep in mind, Internet, that my mother and my sister are also the two people who convinced me not to join the drama club in 7th grade because “you wouldn’t like it.”
Ah, they know me well.
(Also, I love this picture because I was totally knocked up here and we had no idea. [And that’s Brad] [On the left])
My mom and my sister have been cool about the breastfeeding, though, but you know who isn’t? My Dad. And you know how I know? Two months ago, I overheard him asking Brad if I was “still doing that ‘Little House on the Prairie’ stuff.”
Yes. My father called breastfeeding “that ‘Little House on the Prairie’ stuff.” He starts his new job as Marketing Director of La Leche League next week.
I was pretty sure he didn’t know I heard his comment, and I was more amused by it than anything else. Oh, Dad. But then, a couple weeks later? He said it to my face.
Half Pint is not amused.
I know he was joking. He does not know that his comments steeled my reserve to keep nursing as long as possible. Yes, Sadie has her grandfather to thank for all this glorious nursing. Because nothing says “selfless mother” like breastfeeding OUT OF SPITE.
In her memoirs, Sadie will reference this as the moment she turned to a life on the streets. Also, this is what happens when Brad and Sadie have way too much time to kill while I’m shopping.
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