Thursday, June 2, 2011
Calvin can't do anything, and I love him anyway.
I've never been one to feel insecure when one of my children doesn't reach a milestone on time. Calvin is my 6th baby and none of our kids have exactly been developmental prodigies. I think our first five kids walked at 14, 16, 16, 12, and 12 months respectively. I did take Twinkle Toes (my first one to walk at 16 months) to an orthopedic doctor to make sure she didn't have something wrong with her feet, but he said to just wait. Then with Measle I figured she'd walk when she was ready and not before. She did. Prince was born with club foot and treated for it in Kazakhstan, but even so he walked "on time", right at a year, one month after coming home. (One of the many benefits of escaping our gene pool.) But honestly, I'm beginning to get a little concerned over Calvin. When we saw the pediatric neurologist, his official diagnoses were "plagiocephaly", thus the helmet, and "developmental delays". It's one thing to have little girls that walk late (although I have to add that they talked and potty trained early), but another to have your baby boy labeled "delayed" in black and white. I hate that.
Calvin is the most wonderful baby in the world and I wouldn't change him for anything. He's so good natured and always willing to give me a smile (except for when I'm holding the camera in front of my face.) He goes with the flow and takes it all in stride. He's not crawling. He's not sitting up yet. He's not even rolling over. He hates being on his stomach (as in that's one of the only ways to make him cry), therefore he gets about 5 minutes per day of tummy time. He makes noises occasionally (I think he saves his talking for church), but isn't exactly what I'd call verbal. He is a pro at jumping. Daddy had to rig our Johnny-jump-up since Calvin weighs so much, which brings me to his next talent, eating. He's quite the nursing champion. It really is his greatest talent.
Calvin will be 8 months old in 9 days. I guess he goes back to the doctor at 9 months. I sure hope he's sitting up by then! But you know what? Even if he isn't, I'll be just as crazy about him. (I may need to come up with a new bathing solution, though. It isn't easy bathing a 21 + lb baby who can't sit up!)
- I'm an on-the-run mom to 6 kids who studied and taught exercise science in a previous life. I love all things running, nutrition, and health-related. I usually run at zero dark thirty in the morning and am often quite hungry before, during, and after my run, but I live a rich, full, blessed life with my children, family, and friends. My faith in God is my anchor, and looking to Him and His promises allows me to live fully even when life circumstances are difficult. While running gives me an appetite, my desire is to hunger and thirst for righteousness more than for physical food.