Today Joshua, Clare, and I went to see the doctor for Clare's two-month checkup. As I am explaining to the doctor that Clare is a beast when she's sleepy, she's laying in my lap and cooing and gurgling, and flashing gummy grins at me. The doctor and I chatted about sleep habits, nursing, vaccinations, and the rest of the items on the infant checkup checklist. Then the doctor started her physical exam, checked her over and proclaimed that she is one big and healthy baby. Before she left the room she said to me, "I wouldn't change anything you're doing. You're good at this."
Did you hear that! "You're good at this!"
Those words that every career-woman-turned-stay-at-home-mom aches, longs, screams to hear!
You're good at this!
That's enough affirmation to last me--well--to Clare's four-month appointment, at which point I will gladly slip the doc a $20 if she'll just say it again.
But for now I'll believe that, hey, I'm good at this!
Just for fun: Clare now weighs 14 lbs., 7 oz. (off the charts), she is 24" long (95th percentile), and her head is 42cm in circumference (also off the charts).