Laurel's 6 Month Appointment

There is a pre-post to this post...kinda like a pre-party, so be excited...

The pre-post happened on Sunday. I took Laurel to the nursery, and as I did, got stopped by a friend, who has a little boy in Laurel's same room (he, by the way, likes to kiss her, but that's not important right now). As I was talking to my friend, another lady brought her little girl in and dropped her off.  She did what she needed to do and moved aside, and I gave Laurel over to the sweet lady behind the half-door that all church nurseries have. This unknown lady took one look at Laurel and said (and I quote)..."I just LOOOVVE fat babies, look at those thighs." She then looked at me and proceeded to ask me what she was fed, etc. I was so in shock by her assessment of my daughter, that I just dropped Laurel off and walked away, totally disoriented. Every ounce of energy was being taken at keeping my mama bear instinct at bay and keeping my mouth shut. I'm pretty sure I would have been fired from my job at the church had I told this (I'm sure she's sweet) lady what I thought...how I really didn't want the word "fat" ever spoken over my daughter, how one of my greatest fears of raising a daughter is that she will get caught up in our society's struggle with weight (as her mother did), and how, (and this I'm not proud of) I could've made a few comments about her weight. Can I just give Him some praise that I kept my mouth shut???? 

So, as we went into our 6 month check up today, I have to confess there was a little fear that our doctor would agree with our friend from Sunday. Great. Now I wasn't only dreading me ever getting on a scale, I was now fearing for my sweet little 6 month old. This is just wrong and warped. Please, Jesus, take my thoughts captive!

However, just as the book of Isaiah tells me in Isaiah 40:11, He is the one that carries our little ones as He guides us. And, truly, I could tell story after story of how our Father has carried Laurel to save her from us. Her weight was awesome. And, the doctor even made a comment about how her weight was perfect. Yes, perfect. I hadn't even mentioned it. She's weighing in at 17 lbs and 12 oz...which means she's in the 8oth percentile and 26.5 inches long, which is in the 75th percentile. So she's bigger than about 3/4 of the kiddos her age and smaller than about 1/4 of them. It's amazing the dumb things I fear about her. 

The incredibly fun thing about the visit, though, was how great Laurel was the entire time. Sure, she screamed bloody murder right after her shots, but she was a little champ. We ended up having to wait in the exam room for about 30 minutes, and she just played like we were at McDonald's playland with the little lab paper that rolls over the table she sits on. She just laughed and squealed the entire time. When the doctor came in, I thought it could go down hill, but she just hammed it up for him. I personally thought she was trying to talk him out of those shots. Didn't work, but nice try, Laurel. Here are some fun pics that Kev grabbed with his phone....