Drew took The Little Girl to the pediatrician yesterday morning, as I was too sick to go. Too sick to do much, actually, except lie on my side, clutch my tummy and groan "I want my mommy." Apparently I do not have Mommy Immunity after all, The Tummy Bug From Hell got me too. (Cue the mournful klezmer music and the bubbe shaking her finger at me and clucking, "And what makes YOU think you're so special that you'd escape getting sick?"). I am feeling better today -- better enough to go into work, at least, and help out with covering the latest sex scandal in Oregon -- but am now starting to cough and feel as though I'm getting post-nasal drip. Which can mean only one thing: I've caught Drew's cold! But this time I've got a sure cure: Sudafed and Zantac. I'll beat this in the incubation stage if it's the last thing I do. I'm tired of living in a sick house.
But I digress. You wanted to know Rachel's latest stats, right? Well, here they are:
Head size: 17 inches
Weight: 16 pounds, 14 ounces
and..drumroll please...
lengh: 29 INCHES
Yes, folks, our Rachel is off the charts when it comes to length. Meaning: Fewer than 5 percent of babies are as long as she is at her age. I am already dreaming of a basketball scholarship to Stanford or Chapel Hill. Maybe a modeling contract to help pay for college. I am being told, gently of course, that she will probably end up of average height, that it's too early to say she's going to be tall (which, to me, means taller than her 5 foot, 4 and 3/4 inches mom). But I refuse to listen.
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The first winter I had a child in daycare in the house, I got:
ReplyDeletePneumonia
Strep Throat
Pink eye
Numerous colds
Etc.
That same winter, a nurse without children told me, "I never get sick, I take really good care of myself."
I thought, "Yeah, but your immune system is not being bulldozed by a lack of sleep!"