Highest Percentile, one day at a time.

From my first sons doctors appointment, to my third childs recent physical going to the doctor has always been very interesting. This is because the doctor would always say that they are big; and, much bigger than other children.

One time the doctor said what are you feeding him, chicken!” I replied no one breast milk, serious he was less than three months old.

When they were very little I got so annoyed I had changed doctors.

They were taller, their feet were bigger and they were heavier than other little boys their age but they are my little baby boys.

My new doctor, at that time for them was amazing he listened to my concerns and let me know this was because of hereditary and where our family was from.  We have this expectation of norms but people from all over the world are different. 

We moved and unfortunately I had to find a new doctor.  We found a new practice in my new town. My youngest son needed a physical recently, I warned him that the doctor is going to bring up his weight.  I actually had to have a conversation with a four year going over his feelings, reactions and what to expect from the doctor.  We went and as I predicted the doctor mentioned it. My son told him that he understood and let him no that he loved himself.  I had to laugh at that.

My sons are active and eat healthy I don’t foresee them ever reasonably being the same size as “their normal” as they would need to physically shrink.

The interesting part is when we came home my sons were very mature about this situation and assured me that the doctor was just doing his job.  Proud mom moment.

My other son said atleast he got an A because the record showed he was the highest percentile.  He also added that I should be proud that he passed both test hearing and vision.  I was, very proud!

Always proud of my #Chicoboyz

They inspire me to stay healthy in this Fannytasticlife.

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New baby, rusty?

Brought home a brand new baby boy, three weeks ago today. And I’m so happy so proud, so blessed and so exhausted. The last time I had a baby was five years ago and two years before that for a total of seven years ago, so maybe I’m a little rusty.

He is just so sweet, so cute, so loving, so little so lovable. He is also a nocturnal sleeping baby who refuses to sleep at night and this ol’ gal is spoiled when it comes to sleep.

Like every new mother I read all the books of what to expect when expecting and did all the research I could and went to the library and referenced all the possibilities of having a newborn. Seven years later, who does that? Everything now, is Google this and Google that.  I mean really who has time to go to the library, look in the Dewey Decimal System which, I honestly love. Then, Figure out reference guides and books; it just doesn’t happen like that anymore. So, what I have become a big fan of his Pinterest and of course Google. 

Pinterest really opened my eyes to blogging.  This is because I simply put a search topic in and boom thousands of articles pop up! How simple, pretty easy and accessible.  So many hits on how to do just about anything. I have referenced everything I can possibly think of on Pinterest starting from: what to pack in my bag for the hospital; what to expect when I get to the delivery ward; how to manage nursing; top name brands for strollers and cribs; etc. You name it, it was easy and accessible. 

I am going off on a tangent, so now back to my brand new baby boy. The day came I brought home my baby introduced him to his older brothers.  First week done, I was flowing with milk, and glowing. 

Week two, creeped in, hubby went back to work and circles appeared under my eyes.  A cold came over me on Thanksgiving day and the sensation to nap has become more important than anything,  including self maintenance.

Now, week three settles in and a feeling of relief has come in.  And balance is back, just a smidge.   We have had a plethora of guests which, kept my sanity. Today, my husband and I went to the mall for some Christmas shopping with baby after we dropped off the boys to school. Just spending time with them has also helped the sanity.

The first two weeks I almost thought I was neglecting my older sons by holding back on the attention I give them.  However,  my children (who are very outspoken) told me that they felt a lack in attention but they understand the baby needs me.  Although, I felt guilty I also felt relief that we discussed it and it is normal.

Today, when they came home our schedule was back on track and homeostasis was at base line. Ofcourse not perfect, babyboy, is fighting sleep as I am writing this but it is ok.

Why?
Because, he is a newborn.
He only knows his mommy and her scent.
He doesn’t understand his new world yet, which is outside the womb. 
He is just wanting, to be comforted, fed and changed.  He will sleep when he is ready.  My rusty stage has now transitioned to titanium mommy courage.

FANNYTASTIC Lesson # 1.
The oldest golden rule that was told to me when I was a new mommy seven years ago was,  “Sleep when the baby sleeps.” To add to that, like with my other children, I need to pay attention to his clues.  Learn his schedule and then figure out the balance (possibly set up an alarm on the fancy phones we all seem to have as an aide) that way I am healthy, sleeping and energized for the new born.

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