I took the baby to get weighed at the health centre today. It had only been two weeks since we last had her weighed but she had lost three ounces that time, and Lynne was worried. Not really worried, you know, just a she-needed-to-know kind of worried.
The baby weigh-in takes place in a wee room with the heating turned right up, changing tables in each corner and a collection of chairs where parents sit with their half-dressed kids. At the front is the table with the scales on it and the two smiling health workers who call out our names in turn. I strip the baby down to her nappy and she babbles as we sit looking round at the other babies. I'm trying to work out if there are any as pretty as she is. I'm not sure what she is thinking.
It gets to our turn and I take the baby's nappy off and put her on the scales. This is a race against time because we have to get a reading off the scales before she craps and pisses everywhere. But she manages to preserve her dignity and we find that she has gained 10oz. She is now 17lb 1oz.
The health worker asks me if there is anything we think we are doing different. I tell her we have been giving the baby cheese, yoghurt and milky puddings. She nods approvingly.
I take the baby home and we have scrambled egg on toast for lunch. Lynne feeds the baby her egg with a spoon and then the baby gums each piece of toast into a gooey ball and throws them on the floor. For a finale, she thumps her plate with both fists so that it flips over and falls on the floor. We cheer and the baby laughs.
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