Little Bit was born small. She only came in at 6 lbs and then lost weight during the next day, to the extent that the doctors got a wee bit worried.
She managed to stay ill for the next month or so and we were in and out of the hospital or seeing nurses or doctors every single day. The more callous ones started bandying about sentences like "Failure to thrive" and other equably terrifying things.
For the first six months of her life she mainly came in under the 15th percentile on the growth charts. We knew she was growing well but every time we met a new doctor they would put us through our paces and tell us she was small for her age or that we weren't feeding her enough or the correct formula (because I wasn't producing enough mama milk).
Well after we started feeding her solids, things started turning around. She started putting on the pounds. Rapidly.
She is now my little chunky monkey and now at 8 months she weighs in at 18 lbs on the dot.
She is on the 50th percentile for height and the 50th percentile for weight.
Utterly average and utterly perfect.
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