Saturday, January 12, 2008
A New Milestone ... 20 pounds!
Yesterday Eliza had a morning check up with her GI and an afternoon visit with her pediatrician. I think it is safe to say she was officially 20 pounds! At the GI she weighed 19 pounds 15.5 ounces (could they not have rounded up?) and at the pediatrician three hours later she weighed 20 pounds 2 ounces. I have decided to split the difference and call it 20 pounds. Also it's good to know their scales are pretty close. The GI was really please with Eliza's progress in the past month. Never in her life has she gained a pound in a month (a half pound used to thrill me) and I think we were both shocked to see that she had gained a bit over a pound and a half this past month.
It was also kind of nice to hear the GI say I was doing a good job. The past few weeks I have run across an inordinate number of people who have told me I should "get over it" or, my personal favorite, that I have a "chip on my shoulder" because Eliza was a micropreemie. Is it something in the air these days? I know a few other moms in the micropreemie boat who have had to tolerate such ridiculous comments by people who have no earthly idea what it is like to spend months on end in the NCCU while your child struggles just to survive or to raise a baby who requires substantially more care than the average infant or toddler.
When I embarked on this adventure of single motherhood, I somehow thought that other women who had chosen to be single mothers would be more supportive than my married friends and acquaintances. Interestingly this has not been the case. There is a handful of single moms I have met who are just wonderful. The larger group however has really acted as if extreme prematurity is somehow "catching" or that it should never be the topic of conversation since it not "relevant" to their discussions. I find this attitude quite interesting since the majority of the single women who have told me that I should "get over this" are well into their forties and planning their first or second babies. Given that demographic they are at a fairly high risk to end up in the preemie boat, which would be pretty ironic. So I have decided that I, and the little "chip" on my shoulder known as Eliza will pal around with our friends, mostly married and some single, who bring compassion, empathy and a bit of humor to the table and leave the judgmental, narrow minded and mean spirited folks to wallow in their own muck.