Porky baby

To alleviate another round of concerns about our daughter’s development we went for a weight check. The doctor said we could “come to use the scale at any time” but my wife, in accordance with her German genes, wanted to make an appointment. And so we did make an appointment. I guess the difference is that I wanted to come to use the scale while the medical staff thought that like every appointment this one will have to start with 40 minutes of waiting. Interestingly enough, my wife did not really care about the wait – they had some books in the weighting area, and some were pretty thick so she was happy. I, on the other hand, just like Inigo Montoya, hate wait, and the cute receptionist can keep my ADHD under control for only 8 seconds. But enough introduction – the nurse finally came out and called us in. Well, she did not call us, she came out and said “Maya T?” I did not really expect Maya to answer it (and not because she was strapped in her car seat with a pacifier in her mouth) so we had to improvise. I like how they emphasize that Maya is the client in the pediatric establishment. Bottom line – we did get to use the scale. And the answer is … (drum roll, please) she gained 24 ounces in 17 days! And we were worried she is not eating enough. My baby is right on schedule to join the rest of the American children in a fight for childhood obesity – funny how an anxious mind can switch an object of worrying in one second. The truth is she would have gained 24 ounces if we did not have to wait so long because while we were waiting Maya moved three of the ounces into her diaper (I am sure you can figure out how two nerds like us know the exact weight of the diaper). But since we had to wait the official weight gain is only 21 ounces. And in my book it is still pretty porky. Clearly we are very happy with her getting bigger and my wife says we have more of her to love – only blood diamonds come in small packages.