...Or really, the 13 month check-in for the Dynamic Duo. We ventured to the doctor today (which is a treat. hear the sarcasm.) for the babies' 1 year well check. It had been a LONG 7 months since they had last been there and I was excited to see how big (little) they were and get a pat on the back from Dr.AJ since I survived my first year with twins!
Tiny Miss is claiming her name well. She is tiny. She used to be in the 10th percentile for height/weight and has moved on down to the 3rd percentile. That just means that 97% of babies her age are bigger than her. Aw, sweet Tiny Miss. Tipping the scales at a whopping 17 pounds and 29 inches, her little self has also become anemic and her iron levels are very low. So we'll take a month to pump up the iron and increase her calories and see if we can get this little one's levels back up where they need to be.
I was also concerned with the "Rockin' Robin" that we have as Tiny Miss gets on all fours and rocks herself to sleep every night. It's really quite entertaining to watch, but after listening to the crib creak and creak for what seemed to be hours, we got a little concerned. Doc said it's a phase, it makes her feel soothed, and she'll be just fine.
Wild Man has leveled out his weight too and dropped down to the 8th percentile. He is 20 pounds and 30 inches and seems to be HUGE compared to his sister, but really he's a little man as well. He's borderline anemic so we'll pump up his iron and calories as well and re-check the hemoglobin in a month.
I was still convinced that he had a flat head and would end up in a helmet but once again, Doc cleared my fears and said, "Nope, he just has his Dad's head. He's perfectly fine!" Aw, my little flat headed boys. Gotta love 'em!
So hopefully we'll clear up the anemia as much as we can and that will be the last residual effect from being preemies.
I am so thankful for healthy babies, for smiling babies, for teetering and falling babies, for cackling babies, for babies who eat off the floor and hand me bugs they've retrieved, for babies that pitch fits and then snuggle up close in remorse, for babies that sleep all night and wake up laughing.
For babies that make me a better mom.