You've Come So Far

A lot of time has passed and you've recently reached 9 months of age. I can't remember the time I started referring to your age in months as opposed to weeks. I suppose it's around the time I stopped visiting so many specialists and started enjoying you, as opposed to obsessing over your stats and comparing them against those weight and length graphs in your little purple book. 

Is it a mother's instinct to worry or are some of us just worriers at heart? Either way, I can't help but feel I spent a large chunk of your first six months poring over how much milk you'd taken in and subsequently posited and whether it was in fact a floppy larynx or something else, which was responsible for your inability to keep down your milk. Adding to this, you were breastfed so I never knew whether you were taking enough milk or too much. I worried when you didn't gain weight and when you seemed to favour having your head facing the left. I became tired of all the contradictions in opinion that surrounded your 'little' self in those early months and because you seemed to loathe tummy time and were always being sick I now worry that your being slow to crawl is somehow linked to my not having giving you ample time on your tummy. 

If there's one thing you've inherited (let's hope it's not the worry gene!) it is (WAS!!) my tendency toward early rising. I've been an early bird as far back as I can remember. I love you to bits and really I DO want to see your chubby, smiley little face each morning, but if it appeared later than 5:30am then it would SURELY be greeted by the same smiley, happy faces (mine and Daddy's) as yours.