During our last specialist appointments, we found out our 5 pound and 6 ounce baby grew to 6 pounds and 10 ounces in about 3 weeks. At the last visit, she last measured 7 pounds and 13 ounces.
Technician and Doctor: Wow, that’s a big baby!
Me: That’s what everyone says. Soooo…when do we start considering a C-section as the only option? How big is she going to get? 10 pounds? 15?
Doctor: I think you’re looking at an 8- or 8.5-pound baby.
Sooooo…basically…since most babies are 7.5-8.5 pounds, I panicked for nothing.* Thanks. Thanks a lot.
*Except for her massive head. The 93rd percentile, people.
Baby Scout made her debut at 8 pounds 6 ounces and 21 inches long. Imagine if she had showed up on her due date.
Imagine if she’d been late. :: shudder::
The other comment we constantly heard was “Look at those cheeks!”
I do love her cheeks.
Don’t you love how her little elbow chub looks like a butt in this picture? Or is that something only a mother could love?
Scout’s cheeks were chipmunk-esque in utero. Obviously, she was practicing trying to take in as much Pop-Tarty goodness as possible.
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