Today James and I missed CBS because he had his one year well-check! Can I just tell you how un-fun that was? He got 4 shots in his darling little legs. He did that open-mouth-no-noise-coming-out-crying thing that rips my heart plum out of my chest. But then once he got his 4 bright and shiny band-aids he was a-ok. Brad and I weren't...but James was. We are still trying to recover from the heartbreak and trauma of it all.
I also got a firm (in a sweet kind of way as only Dr. H can) talking to by our pediatrician. Apparently James, being one year old and all, should not be drinking from a bottle still, should not be eating only baby food, should not be using a walker, should be walking on his own, should be eating meat, should be taking vitamins, should not be getting a whopping 40 ounces of milk a day, and should have a slightly smaller head circumference. Those first few things are my fault...that last one is not my problem. God made his head and I happen to think it is perfect and beautiful in every way.
So she sent me on my way with strict instructions to put up all of his bottles so I wouldn't be tempted to feed him with them (she knows me too well). To get him to eat meat. To give him his vitamins. To put away his walker until he learns to walk properly. To only give him 24 ounces of milk a day...in a sippy cup!!! To stand in front of him and hold his hands to make him walk. And to come back in a month so she can re-measure his big ol nugget. I am totally thankful for her direct talk with me though. Sometimes I need things spelled out for me...you know...first time mommy and all. And beyond being James' pediatrician, I truly believe that she and Lorraine (i.e. the worlds best nurse EVER) care for us as more than just another patient. I am sure they make all their patients feel that way. They are just awesome like that. (If you are ever in the market for a pediatrician, holler at me and I'll give you her name).
He is absolutely 100% perfect in every other way though. He is built just like Brad...tall and skinny. He is in the 25th percentile for his weight and the 95th percentile for his height.
I've just sterilized the last bottle and put it away. Now I am going to go get under the covers and cry. And then when I wake up in the morning I am going to cry some more...especially when I give him that stupid sippy cup with a teeny tiny little bit of milk in it and he looks at me with those big blue eyes and wants his "ba-ba". I'm going to be strong! I'm not going to cave! maybe
I also got a firm (in a sweet kind of way as only Dr. H can) talking to by our pediatrician. Apparently James, being one year old and all, should not be drinking from a bottle still, should not be eating only baby food, should not be using a walker, should be walking on his own, should be eating meat, should be taking vitamins, should not be getting a whopping 40 ounces of milk a day, and should have a slightly smaller head circumference. Those first few things are my fault...that last one is not my problem. God made his head and I happen to think it is perfect and beautiful in every way.
So she sent me on my way with strict instructions to put up all of his bottles so I wouldn't be tempted to feed him with them (she knows me too well). To get him to eat meat. To give him his vitamins. To put away his walker until he learns to walk properly. To only give him 24 ounces of milk a day...in a sippy cup!!! To stand in front of him and hold his hands to make him walk. And to come back in a month so she can re-measure his big ol nugget. I am totally thankful for her direct talk with me though. Sometimes I need things spelled out for me...you know...first time mommy and all. And beyond being James' pediatrician, I truly believe that she and Lorraine (i.e. the worlds best nurse EVER) care for us as more than just another patient. I am sure they make all their patients feel that way. They are just awesome like that. (If you are ever in the market for a pediatrician, holler at me and I'll give you her name).
He is absolutely 100% perfect in every other way though. He is built just like Brad...tall and skinny. He is in the 25th percentile for his weight and the 95th percentile for his height.
I've just sterilized the last bottle and put it away. Now I am going to go get under the covers and cry. And then when I wake up in the morning I am going to cry some more...especially when I give him that stupid sippy cup with a teeny tiny little bit of milk in it and he looks at me with those big blue eyes and wants his "ba-ba". I'm going to be strong! I'm not going to cave! maybe
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Second of all, I actually forgot about her 1 yr doctor's appointment.
I haven't had her 1 yr picture taken, yet, either.
Don't cry- James is perfect and you're a great mom!
Anyway...Laird still drinks his raw milk out of a bottle. He drinks juice and water out of a sippy, but the milk comes out of a bottle.
There's nothing wrong with baby food...it's just more expensive than regular food. Laird eats all table food (he's over 13 months now!), and runs ALL OVER the house. He's a scream. I don't give him vitamins...I just make sure he eats several servings of fruit/veggies a day and drinks his milk.
I agree with your friend who said you and Brad know best for James. Trust your instincts!