Monday, November 26, 2007

9 Month Doctor Visit

Apparently having a (seemingly) happy, well-adjusted child is not the be-all, end-all to good parenting. I could beat around the bush and drag my feet in telling you the details, but I won’t.

The Squeaker’s pediatrician said she wasn’t gaining enough weight and she should be sitting up on her own by now. Normally I’d just blow it off. After all, doctors are like auto mechanics; they’re specialists at what they do, but their opinion is just that, an opinion. And another doctor at another shop will give you another opinion.

The only problem is that I appreciate our pediatrician’s opinion.

To date, we’ve kind of let Squeak guide us as to her needs. If she wants to eat, we feed her. If she doesn’t, we don’t. And when it comes to crawling, she’s a speed demon – little sonic booms follow her as she races from toy to toy.

And she loves to prop herself up on her side when she’s got her toys spread around here in some sort of Abercrombie & Fitch meets Kids R Us photo layout.

And, and, and…

Well, it sounds to me like I’m trying to justify my parenting style. Well, I’m not.

At least not much.

But since the Doc went to all the trouble to make some helpful suggestions – increase carbs & proteins, sit Squeak upright with pillows around her, etc, etc. – we’ll give it a try.

You'd think I'd be a natural at packing on the pounds... well, I am. But only for me. So any suggestions for helping the little missy put on a few lbs would be appreciated.

PS – Sorry for no Turkey Day post; P.Pie & I were sick. All we did was cough and hack around the house – no turkey, no stuffing, no nothing. Just sick.

Yeah, it sucked.