Wow, how do some people do it? I used to find time to blog while I was at work but lately that just seems impossible. And as for finding free time while at home? Not happening. Lately, Peanut has been super clingy and won’t let me leave her side for even a second. Hopefully this is just a phase?
Anyway…we had her 1-year checkup last weekend (a few weeks late because we had to wait to get a weekend appointment – we really do need to find a doctor closer to us…). One of my biggest concerns has always been her weight. She’s a little Nut and while I know this is probably just her body type (long and lean, just like my husband – lucky kid!), I can’t help but worry that I’m not doing my job as a mother or something. I also can’t help comparing her to other kids so when I read other mom’s updates on how their kid is 6 months old and weighs 20 pounds, I always feel slightly inadequate. Like, am I starving my daughter or something? So anyway, I was hoping that she would be at least 20 pounds at her 1-year appointment. When she weighed in at 19 lbs 2 ounces, I felt guilty. 19 pounds, 2 ounces at almost 13 months? *sigh* The doctor said she looks great and she’s completely on track for where she’s always been so there’s nothing to worry about. But there’s always something to worry about!
Such as: we’ve now weaned her off breastmilk (actually, she weaned herself which made me much sadder than I thought even though I was happy to get to the one-year mark that was always my goal) and formula so now it’s all whole milk and regular food. Oh, I find this scary! Especially when she takes all the food I try to give her and throws it on the floor. It seems like none of it actually gets into her mouth and just when I think I’ve finally managed to get something in her mouth, she spits it out. So now, of course, I’m freaking out even more about starving her. It seems like lately I’m obsessed with her food. Is she eating enough? Is she eating the right kind of food? Is it bad that she’s drinking more milk than the doctor recommended or are calories good no matter how she gets them? Is it bad that we don’t eat together as a family (we don’t usually get home until it’s almost her bedtime so I use that time to give her a bath and read her some books)? Are we setting her up for all kinds of bad habits later? Too many questions and way too many worries.
Somebody needs to smack me soon; I’m becoming one of those mothers.