When Bee was born, she weighed 7lbs, 7oz. More than a week overdue, I felt that was quite a respectable size, especially for squeezing her out in a non-medicated home birth.
Always wee, Bee was in 0-3 month sizes until almost 6 months, and at one year weighed a whopping 16 lbs. It took over 2 1/2 years for her to triple her weight, and now, one month away from her third birthday, size 2 pants are beginning to stay up. She weighs almost 25 lbs. She’s tiny. She has a great appetite, but she’s simply tiny.
Apparently I was exactly the same way, and I turned out healthy enough, so neither I, nor our trusted doctor is concerned about anything. It’s just who she is, how she is and she’s gorgeous.
When Dove was born, she weighed 7lbs, 7oz. Nine days overdue, she was small enough to still be able to do cartwheels in my pelvis and had to be delivered via c-section when she decided that she was laying down sideways and that was that.
She lost almost 10% of her bodyweight in the hospital, but by time we got home 4 days later, she was a pound above her birth weight.
Somewhere along the way, my milk turned to cream, and at 4 months, my little Buddha is easily filling 6 month sizes; has outgrown the 0-6 month Robeez that Bee wore for 8. She will no doubt have to be moved out of the bucket and into a bigger carseat months earlier than Bee did.
Currently, 7lbs, 7oz separates my 4 month old and my 3 year old.
If anybody had told me that my girls would be so different, I would have shook my head and told you that you were crazy. I thought that I only had tiny babies, and freaked out when I realized that my newborn stuff was all for a spring baby, concerned that I would have little for my early=winter baby to wear.
I needn’t have worried. I don’t worry. One of my girls is tiny and graceful and petite, and happily, not as delicate as she looks, and gives fierce hugs that belie her wee stature. The other is roly-poly, full of dimples and squishyness and sometimes gets a sour milk smell when I realize that what drips into the warm folds of her pudgy neck does not see the light of day until the next bath.
It’s tremendous to witness these differences, and these are purely the physical variations. Each day the differences – as well as the similarities – in their personalities become more clear, more familiar, more tremendously fascinating – but that’s a post for another day.
For now, I’m going to sit on the floor and make room on my lap for both my babies. So different, these two, but both grown from my body, fed from my body, so much a part of my body that sitting together, we’ll feel like one. I’m going to sit with them leaning back into me, and I’m going to wrap my arms tightly around them and whisper my love – love that is as perfect as they are – into their sweet, delicious heads.
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