On Monday we took Molly to the doctor for her first check-up. All in all a pretty painless experience - with the exception of a brush with one of those annoying people who feel justified in coming up to your child and sticking her face right in the car seat without asking permission (and letting her grandson do same), the rest went remarkably well. The kiddo apparently checks out to the doctor's standards and Ann and I were not detained at the door while child services was called, so I guess we managed not to completely eff up the first week, anyway. It's a nice feeling.
We also learned that Molly is in the 50th percentile for weight, but only the 25th for head size. This doesn't worry me, as once she gains some self-awareness she'll realize what breeding stock she comes from, at which point her head will swell to massive proportions and never come back down. I was pretty shocked to hear that she's in the 90th percentile for length, however- I'm only 5'9" and Ann is 5'3" or thereabouts, so I don't know where this prodigious height is coming from. But hell, if she can be the first member of either of our families to crack the "above average" height barrier when she's fully grown, more power to her. The rest of us will be over here hanging out with the leprechauns.
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Vincent's head had always been 25%tile. I say it's good, it's not all huge and too heavy to lift up, right? They look more proportionate with smaller heads :) He was also really long at birth (22 inches) but now he's 50%tile.
Doesn't it feel weird when they let you leave the doctor's office? It's like... "really, you're letting us have this kid? US? ...ok..." Vincent had jaundice so we had to go to the Dr every day the first week... then not again until he was 1 month. The idea that we were trusted to care for this infant for 3 weeks without professional assistance was mind-boggling.
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