July 12, 2007
Little Miss Average - 2 weeks
Dear Tabitha
Today you are 2 whole weeks old and I can't quite believe that the time has passed so quickly, or how quickly you have already changed.
Yesterday we took you to the Pediatrician for your first appointment. You were weighed and you have regained those lost ounces and are back to your birth weight of 7lb 8oz. This puts you at the 50th percentile for weight - meaning you are an average sized baby (hence the 'Little Miss Average' title of this post). Who knew that we were capable of producing an average sized baby??? I love it, actually, for once holding this dinky tiny newborn, (who is too small to fit into any of her clothes!), instead of the big bruisers we have had in the past in the shape of your brothers!
In other Pediatrician news, you're also in the 90th percentile for height (how did that happen?) and you have definitely inherited the Jones head which is in the 95th percentile.
In the last couple of days you've started to become much more alert and aware of the people around you. Yesterday we took you out for dinner (for about the 5th time this week - the alternative is your dads cooking) and you sat in your chair looking around you for a good hour, quite content to take it all in.
You are sleeping reasonably well, 4 hour stretches at night. Your favourite place to sleep is on top of your dad's chest, face down. This is fine by him..... and me although I would like you to be able to get to sleep in your crib !
You are completely un-disturbed by the noise level which exists in this house, in particular that of your elder brother Harry who is officially the Noisiest Boy On The Planet. This is a good thing I think, it should mean you won't be waking up to the slightest little noise in the future!
I'm going to pursuade Daddy to take us out later on and buy you some nice clothes to wear because I think you're getting tired of the same old 3 things ... you are female after all. Yesterday he tried to take you out in a little dress with no knickers over your nappy and your bum was hanging out for all the world to see. I had to put my foot down and tell him this was not acceptable for a refined young lady and that if you were able to speak you'd tell him he was out of his mind.
Not that I want you to be able to speak yet. Infact I am painfully aware how quickly time is slipping away and how fast you're growing. Don't grow up too soon little girl!
All my love
Mummy xxxx
Posted by katie at July 12, 2007 01:52 PM