Our Little Guy

We have a little pipsqueak. From the time he came out of me at 7 pounds, 4 ounces, I haven't quite been able to wrap my head around the fact that I produced a small child. It just doesn't jive with my worldview or what I expected from me, a Hymans, of the ice cream eating clan. I just forgot to factor in how much those small Kashmiri genes would wield their power over him. He will be the biggest Kashmiri and smallest Hymans ever!

Imagine my surprise at Zia's last appointment when we discovered that he was only in the 10th percentile of weight! (I'm quite certain I myself have NEVER ranked that low! Does Not Compute) He was, however, in the 70th percentile for length/height ... way to go, Hymans genes! Mo's mom always wished he was taller, so I guess she'll get it in his son.)

Discovering the fun of the paper at the doctor's appointment, displaying his skinniness

The doctor seemed utterly unconcerned, even mentioning that we are lucky that he's so light to carry around. Though I am not one to be worried comparisons with other babies (okay, fine; sometimes I do, but for the most part, what's the point? They're all different!), I nonetheless couldn't help but come home and think, 'Fatten this boy up!' Cuz it's kinda weird to have a skinny baby. They're supposed to be chubby. Luckily, we had only been feeding him 'solids' (i.e. solid foods cremated down into almost-liquids) once a day and discovered that he was supposed to be getting them three times a day, thus creating instant calories. Hopefully. (More on feeding him to come in a later post.)

The doctor also said that some moms' breastmilk just doesn't have as many calories as others. It was hard not to look at her incredulously and exclaim that it was simply not possible for MY breastmilk to be one of those to fit into that category, as I have never imagined myself to be described in any way as low-calorie.

But who knows. Stranger things have happened, I suppose. I guess I better eat some more ice cream to fatten up that breastmilk!!

Though Mo seems to be more concerned about our little guy being skinny, I'm going to go ahead and appreciate the fact that he's easier to carry around for a while and figure that we're feeding him what we can, so he's developing just as he's meant to be.