Day 282:
Yesterday was a day that treated me worse than you treat a diaper, Son. I know, I kinda moaned and complained about it a little bit and in truth I was feeling pretty beat up. That said, I suppose that's the point of this blog, right? It's about whatever is going on in our collective lives... Well, yesterday what was happening in our lives was that I was away from you (again) and it turned out to be for no good reason. Okay, so that's been stated... The windshield is bigger than the rear view mirror, right?
Today would be a new day...
Not having much sleep, I awoke energized, Conor. I was as excited as I could ever be in that we were headed to the pediatrician for your 9 month check up! Why is that so exciting? Because neither me or your mother could wait to find out how much you weighed, how long you were, etc. Now, for many people this is arbitrary stuff. As long as their kids are healthy and happy they're content. But in your case, being as though you were born early and all, and that you're being "graded" against your full gestational peers, these little milestones are crucial! So here are the details...
- Weight - 19 lbs 10 oz / 32nd percentile
- Height - 28 inches / 36th percentile
- Head circumference - Huge! / 62nd percentile
Turns out you're well within the norms for kids born full term and even exceeding them in certain categories! Then again, there are a thing or two you're falling short on and so, once again, we've got some work to do, Boy'O. Regardless, if there's anything you're exceeding in, it's toughness, Son.
With consideration for what you've worked so hard to overcome as far as being born early, tube fed, 3 weeks in the NICU, a hernia surgery, etc., there's no doubt you're as tough as nails, Son. Then today following the bubble gum stuff (height, weight, etc.) you had to get a couple of shots, too. Well, for some reason I guess I expected you would be inconsolable considering you were being jabbed in each leg with a two inch needle, but no. Not the Lion Heart. When the nurse gave you your first shot you definitely knew what was going on and started to have something to say about it, but by the time she made her way to the second shot in the other leg, you took it like a champ, whimpered for about 4 seconds, and then were just as happy as you'd been before the first stick. Not even a tear.
May sound trivial but to me, that's just impressive. True grit, Son. Tough on top of tough. Lion Hearted. You. All you... Unfazed and ready to move on. We should all be so tough, Boy'O.
No doubt about it, you're one tough little dude. And I am of course, proud. As any father would be...
I love you, Son. My little Lion Hearted man...
-Dad
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