Kiddo#4 had his well-baby appointment today. Ready for this? At nine weeks, he weighs 15 pounds 13 ounces. He’s 24 inches long (as my Patient Husband says, it makes sense: he has two feet). His head circumference is in the 95th percentile. In fact, he’s way up or over the top of the chart all over. The doctor said, “He’s just a big kid.”
Nothing huge to report other than his size. Happy baby rendered unhappy after his shots. Doctor said he does have reflux but we’re doing all the right things for it. So in order to make this not a wasted weblog entry, I’ll tell you a funny story.
Back when we had Kiddo#3, one day he lay on his back for kick-time on the living room floor, and I noticed a picture of Kiddo#2 at the same age.
Kiddo#1 is annoyed that we don’t have a picture of him in this cascade of pictures, but it wasn’t something that occurred to me to do when Kiddo#2 was small. I guess I could edit him in, but it wouldn’t really be the same.
Instead I’ll tell a story about him. When he was about 2 or 3, I used to do a lot of driving for an organization that brought the elderly to doctor appointments for free. Angeltown is terrific, but our public transportation system stinks, so this was a necessary service, and it was a way I could volunteer with a baby. The clients loved him.
As a result, Kiddo#1 got very used to doctor-office waiting rooms (very handy when we spent the day in ICU when my grandmother died). But more than that, he acquired a gender-bias.
I didn’t realize it until one day, a client asked him him if he’d like to become a doctor when he grew up. Kiddo#1 exclaimed, “No! Only women can be doctors!”
Color me stunned. Until I realized:
Midwife? Female. (I was pregnant, so we saw a lot of her.)
Nurses at midwife office? Female.
Dentist? Male, but he never actually saw the dentist; the one he spent time with was the dental hygienist, who was (take a guess) female.
As I ran down the list, I realized the only medical professionals he’d seen were females, other than my PCP. I guess the token male doctor on the list, but I also didn’t visit him that often.
I explained as gently as I could to my son that even though he was a boy, he could be anything he wanted to be when he grew up. And if he wanted to be a doctor, that would be fine with me.