“Wow” exclaimed the nursed as she
looked down. My little baby girl was 22 inches tall, well 21.5 inches actually
but let’s round up, “isn’t she a tall one”!
She seemed pretty short to me,
but I couldn’t help myself so I looked up just how tall 21.5 inches was. Turns out
the cutie is between the 80th and 90th percentile! She’s
winning already!
Now I know that the early
childhood development experts all say that praise should be given for effort,
and gloating over how smart your child is (or how tall she is or any other “fixed”
state that she “is”) can be unhealthy. Actually, I think I’ve seen it described
as “toxic” by one particularly grumpy researcher. But I just couldn’t help
myself, I went straight over to little long luscious creature and blurted out, “[coo
coo], aren’t you so tall, [coo coo], well done”!
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Seriously, “well done”?? Of
course it made no sense, and yet, I felt such a deep seated pride. I feel like
I just joined that super annoying club of overly-proud over-sharer parents, but
I’m not afraid to own it.
And I can’t wait to tell my daddy buddies!
P.S. height seems to be strongly correlated with frequency of feeds, especially
overnight feeds...
19 days in!
