well baby, baby be well
We went in for our Well Baby check right before Christmas and it was just a wild whirl of wellness
You know how some Mamas know exactly how many teeth their precious peaches have at any given time? Well, I'm not one of those Mamas. I'm definitely not one of those Mamas. I barely know how much my kids weigh... but even then, not always.
Seeing that I'm this way, I have no earthly idea why I love to ask other Mamas how much their kids weigh or what-not; invariably the question is flipped over to me and I'm left with a bunch of mind-blanks.
Anyway, as of last month, this is what Moxie's stats are..hang on a sec - let me get the paper thingie:
Height: 29 3/4
Head: 17 1/2
Her stats are jotted down on an "18 Month Checkup" standard list, which includes an informative piece on "Your child may be ready to...":
"Your child may be ready to...":
walk quickly or run
say 15-20 words
listen to a story and look at pictures
know how to use a spoon and cup
I looked at the first one, "yeah, right" rolled my eyes and was ready to dismiss the others... then it dawned on me, like a slow-and-steady San Franciscan sunrise, that she does actually throw balls, listen to stories and look at pictures, she does know how to use a spoon and cup. She doesn't say 15-20 words but she signs a lot.
Kids with Down syndrome? They are really not very different, you know.
Only they may be much, much cuter. As shown by the hard evidence of Moxie, waiting for her good doctor:
Am I right or am I right or what?!
A little note on Moxie's pediatrician:
Moxie was born at home and when she was still pretty spankingly new, we went in to have her checked for the first time by a real-live doctor.
I brought her in, she was checked out, everything was a-okay. We didn't talk about Down syndrome at all. The doctor asked me if I had had an amnio, I said, "yes" and she asked, "and how was everything?" "Fine," I said (I mean, I was a little unclear as to what she was asking, but it was fine in that we had it, she obviously didn't die from having it...and um, what else was there?)
A few hours later, the doctor calls me up on the telephone, says, "I think you should know, your daughter has Down syndrome"
"NO FREAKIN' WAY! Really?!!!"
I had a long, hard laugh at that. Big, belly laugh that felt so damn good, I can't even say.
Moxie's doctor stepped right up to the plate and she's been awesome. She doesn't know much about Down syndrome and she's the first to admit it. What I love about her is her willingness to admit when she doesn't know something, a willingness that is coupled with her drive to learn - she does her homework and studies up on what she does not know.
She's fair, open-minded and goes the extra distance.
Kind, sensitive and caring.
I want to say this piece as I know many times those of us with kids with special needs think that the person who is the specialist for this/that is the The One that we need to see; or that somehow a familiarity with the condition present in our littles makes the doctor just that much better.
Me? I don't think so. I most prefer an intelligent commitment to learning, sensitivity and caring. If that is coupled with expert knowledge, all the better, but if it comes alone, that's fine and preferable to expert knowledge coupled with an attachment to old stereotypes and offensive language, like the audiologist that won't call my daughter by her given name and insists on saying "these Down's kids" or "Down's babies"
What do you think?