My Crazy Valentine's Day

I promised to update Brody's stats from his six month well visit which occurred on Valentine's Day. Little did I know I would have a whole lot more to report than weight and height. The day started out early for me since I like to actually get dressed and ready on the days I do make it out of the casa.  Little Bear's appointment was at 8:30, so I got going early. In my mind, I had the day planned out. We would go to his appointment, surprise Greg at school with breakfast to give him the update and then Brody and I would hang the rest of the day. Greg has already entered the "Spring Fever" days at school. Currently the kiddos are hyped up for spring break (still 3 weeks away) and he had a lot going. He was going to be working late to cover an end of season basketball tournament, so Little Bear and I were going to have his favorite dessert from Oh La La waiting for him (with a card I bought earlier in the week) when he got home. No need to applaud, I know, I know, I'm such a good wife.  Anyway, so we get out the door running a couple minutes behind and make it to the doctor's office. I must say, I love Dr. B and am SO, SO glad she is back from maternity leave. She is a good doctor and TOTALLY gets that I'm a mom who tries really hard not to freak out about every little thing.  But who am I kidding that a "trying not to freak out" mom in actuality is really no different than an actual freaking out mom.  She's sweet to reassure me and I feel no judgement when I ask her really silly/ridiculous/awkward questions.  Anyway, at the end of the appointment before the nurse came in to give Brody his shots, Dr. B says that Brody's head had dropped to the 7th percentile and hasn't grown and we need to take further action (no longer just monitoring it despite the success of the last appointment). She says we'll need to go for x-rays. Again, she says developmentally everything is normal, but she needs to see the bone & plates to make sure everything is not closing too quickly because his soft spot is very small. I hear her and know she is reassuring me, but it's really not making it any better this time because I am going to have to take my precious, little 6 month old baby to get x-rays... X-RAYS! I was expecting this at some point in his life, but not when he was a baby!  Maybe more along the lines of 16 or sometime around then, but at least double digits.  The nurse comes in to give Brody his shots (which is always sad) and then we head out. I figure I might as well still take Greg breakfast because I don't really want to tell him over the phone that Brody has to have x-rays. While stopping to pick up a Chick-fil-a biscuit, Brody fell asleep in the car, so when we get to Greg's school, I call him and tell him to meet us at the car.  He is very calm while I tell him the news.  He later told me he went back inside and was praying like a crazy man...reason I love him #276.  I head to Texas Children's Hospital.  I hope I'm never in a hospital for one of my children again, but if I do have to be I'd like it to be at Texas Children's Hospital.  It was fabulous!  I mean, I seriously can't say enough good things.  It was like the Disney World of hospitals.  Every single person was so sweet...I mean seriously every.single.person.  I had to wait all of .5 seconds to get in (without an appointment) and then the x-rays themselves took about another .2 seconds.  OK, maybe this is a slight exaggeration, but it was seriously fast. Poor Little Bear didn't like having his head held down (obviously, who would?) so he did cry a bit, but overall it was a good experience.  Even when we were leaving, the sweet volunteers at the front desk said Brody looked sad because he had been crying and gave him a stuffed animal...so.sweet.  We head home and I can honestly say because of the positive experience I was feeling a little bit better.  I was also feeling a little bit better because I received a text from my good friend who is adopting twins that the birth mother was in labor.  We were home about five minutes (this time, no hyperbole) and I got a call from Dr. B that everything was normal.  What?  Seriously?  You've already (1)gotten the x-rays from the hospital, (2)looked at them, (3)assessed that my son was normal and (4)picked up the phone to tell me yourself?  Hallelujah!  OK.  The million dollar question...Why does my son have such a small head?  Answer:  genetics.  Apparently there is nothing wrong with Brody's head aside from the genetics he's been given.  Poor little baby is a little disproportionate, but otherwise he's "normal".  I hardly had time to be upset and I got the news that he was ok.  What an amazing Valentine's Day gift...quite possibly the best I could have received.  And the cherry on top was that Greg was able to come home earlier than expected and spend the rest of the afternoon with me and Brody.  We were able to take a family walk since it was seriously nice weather and then ate dinner outside at one of our local Mexican restaurants.  Score on all accounts!  God is so faithful and good to our family.  Now, the promised weight & height.  I also included the head measurement, so you can see that our Little has numbers across the board.   

Head:  16 1/2 in. (7th %)
Weight:  17 lbs. 3 oz. (40th %)
Height:  27 3/4 in. (85%)

Last, for your viewing pleasure I snapped a couple pics of my little Valentine at the end of our CRAZY day.  And yes, I know they are all basically the same, but his little face is just too cute and I couldn't pick just one.