Auletta had her 15-month appointment today. She is 28-3/4" tall and 19 lb. 3 oz., with a head circumference of 47.1 cm (maybe a bit off because she was squirmy). This puts her in approximately the tenth percentile for height, fifth for weight, and 75th for head circumference. I don't have a picture, but her disproportionate head size grows increasingly apparent--not that I mind having a child whose incipient brilliance is so obvious, heh. The only problem with her tiny size, which is certainly a blessing when she is clingy and I have to hold her all the time, is that she isn't big enough to sit forward-facing in her carseat, and that would be awfully nice for our frequent trips. Anyway, her pediatrician gave her a clean bill of health, the nurse gave her three shots (tears), and the phlebologist drew her blood (more tears) for a routine blood test. Poor thing with all those needles, but she still rebounds quickly.
I don't really talk about it on this blog because I never went through the hurdles a lot of mothers do, but I've been breastfeeding Auletta since she was born (obviously she eats solids now), and have surpassed my original goal of breastfeeding for a year, after which I figured she and I could do what we wanted. Which appears to be nursing, still. I would take more credit for doing it this long (or doing it at all) if it had not been largely out of laziness from the beginning. Preparing and cleaning bottles? Blah. Pumping? Blah--so I just take Auletta everywhere because it's easier to take her places than to leave her with someone and pump milk (although this is less of an issue now that she sort of takes a cup--I left her with Justin all day a week or so ago). Buying whole milk when Justin and I drink skim? Well, it does make awesome hot chocolate. Lately we've been drinking this, which I love and would almost live in Vermont to be near, if it were not cold. Did I mention I miss the South? Because it's not cold all the time? Right. Anyway, breastfeeding = yay. Extended breastfeeding = why the heck not?
Early morning at Eastern Market
1 year ago
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Extended breastfeeding = why the heck not?
Well, for me, I almost made it a year with Alexandra. Then I found out I was pregnant with JT and had to stop. With JT, I made it to 13+ months, and then he started biting. That was the end of THAT. Although he does have this proprietary feeling about my boobs to this day. It's getting kind of weird. But, as my sister pointed out, "Well, at least we know he's straight."
Ha! Auletta has bitten me a few times, but that phase seems to have passed--I think she figured out that was a very quick way to end a meal. I am hoping the same method will work with food-throwing, in which she persists but at least doesn't hurt.
Juliet! I just discovered you have a blog. You should publicize this better.
It would also help if she POSTED MORE OFTEN. (hint, hint) ;)
Hint taken. ;)
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