I’m speaking with a colleague of mine on the phone. We’re at the beginning of our conversation; that ice-breaker stuff. The conversation goes like this…
Her: “How’s Baby Kaos doing?”
Me: “He’s great, thanks for asking.”
Her: “How old is he now?”
Me: “Five months.”
Her: “Wow! Time has really flown by. He must be getting bigger all the time.”
Me: “Yep. I just weighed him last week and he’s up to 20 pounds and he’s 26.5 inches long! I get a workout just hauling him around!”
Her: “Wow! He’s huge! Is it normal for a baby his age to be that big?”
Me: “Well, it’s normal for him. But, technically, he’s off the chart for weight, and he’s in the 96th percentile for height, which means he’s just a really big kid.”
Her: “Maybe you should take him to the doctor, you know, because he’s so big.”
Me: “Well, when we were at the doc’s a few weeks ago for Baby Kaos’s four-month check-up, the doc said everything was fine. And the nurses I work with, who have worked with babies as their profession for years, say that he’s a great example of a very well-breastfed baby. So, I’m not really worried about it. But, thanks for the suggestion.”
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