Taking little Ff back to the hospital to see the paediatrician tomorrow. Am I a bad mummy because I think it is a waste of time?
Obviously, I wouldn't say that if I thought for one second that there was anything the matter with her. We have to go back for tomorrow's appointment because the paed told us last time that she thought it best to follow up to keep the HV off my back. (Do you remember my tale of the crazy HV? I used to be SHH, btw.)While I am grateful that the resources are there, and grudgingly admit that it is nice that they are being over-cautious, I can't help but think that we are victims of the HV's total obsession with size.
She is almost sitting on her own now, and I think that were her bum a bit wider she would be there. Desperately swimming on her front, and managing to shuffle sideways and push herself backwards, which she seems to think is very amusing indeed. On two meals now, and have been sitting her down in her high chair when we have dinner (Bloke slightly bemused at sudden early dinner time, although I think he is secretly pleased at being told to sit down for dinner immediately after he walks in the door!) and giving her some finger food to try. Grated cheese went down particularly well today.
We went to a friend's bbq on Sat, and to avoid the inevitability of her throwing mashed banana all down her beautiful dress I put her in her cot in her nappy until the last possible moment before leaving the house. In the three minutes she was left unsupervised in her cot, the little madam undid the nappy wriggled out of it, then rolled around, merrily weeing all over the place.
All in all, this is such, such fun. It's just a shame that the spectre of work is hanging over me...
Hope you're all good.
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