Last week Fable had her six-month check-up/check-in and immunization
appointment. We hadn't been the Pediatrician in three plus months so
had no idea at what rate she was growing, although if her clothes were
any indication (which obviously they were) she was growing.
Like a pretty little weed, was she.
Pretty weeds doth groweth from their highchairs on the porch.
At
six-months Fable was wearing 12-18month-sized-onesies and 2T dresses
and pants. She was/still is huge. If it wasn't for the baldness she would
surely be mistaken for a Preschool-sized child.
And her thighs? Oh lordy, her thighs: best, most amazing things to ever happen to this PLANET, they are.
We were caught aback by her spurt. She was born on the petite to average side. 18 1/2 20 inches long*, 7 pounds 4oz so we figured she'd stay there.
Archer was always on the tall side but skinny. At six-months of age he
wore six-month-sized onesies and although his head was on the larger
side, everything else about him was normal-sized, average, your
garden-variety-no-cause-for-alarm baby measurements.
So
when we took Fable to the Pediatrician last week and watched the nurses
eyes go wide after measuring her for height and weight (20 pounds EVEN
= whoaaaa Nelly!) and then head circumference we were kinda like, "wtf?
Why are you looking at us like that?"
"She's huge!" they said. "She was so petite and now she's HUGE!"
"Yeah, we know. My family's really tall," I said.
Which
was true. I'm by far the shortest person in my family, standing at 5'8.
My sister and mother tower above me and my father towers above them and
my brother? Is basketball player tall. How's the weather up there tall.
TALL.
"Sure they are," the nurses nodded, eyeing Hal and
I suspiciously (Hal is also 5'8, not so much examples of
off-the-chartism either of us.)
Soon after being lead
into our private little room, Fable's doctor appeared with a smile and
a spool of measuring tape, insisting on measuring Fable's head once
again.
"Hmm," she said. "Hmmm."
"Her head is big because she's a GENIUS, Doctor," I said.
"It IS very large," she said. "Off the charts, large."
She
then handed us a chart that showed Fable's height (95%) and weight
(96%) for her age which although considered "off the charts" was quite
"on the charts" compared to her head which measured so large it held no
percentile.
Instead? A greater than sign with a circle around it.
(>)
fable > perfection, she is
"Her
head is so large there is no percentile for it," the pediatrician
explained. "Large heads may just run in your family. Archer's head was
quite large at this age as well but nothing like this. Do you mind if I
take some measurements of your heads?"
"Of course not! Measure away!"
She
went on to measure Hal and my heads which were both larger than the
average bear. Hal's head was a whopping five centimeters above average,
which impressed the doctor enough to agree to see us in a few weeks,
instead of sending Fable in for large-head-tests right then and there.
"Just
want to make sure her head stops growing so exponentially fast is all,"
our doctor explained. "In case, you know, problems..."
"Uh.... okay." Hal and I responded, totally wtf'ed out...
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