I just got back from Hazel’s 2-week checkup and Hazel’s hips were pronounced to be good. The doctor felt a little bit of looseness in the right hip (which is the really noisy one) and none at all in the left, but he was quite certain that neither was dislocated. He agreed with my guess about my estrogen making her joints loose, and said he’ll check them again at her 2-month checkup after they’ve tightened up, but he saw no reason for concern.
Also, she weighed 7 lbs. 1 oz today, so she’s more than regained her birth weight. It’s nice to get a payoff for all that nursing. The doctor also commented on her strong neck. It’s a family trait for our babies (my babies and also my nephews and nieces) to be able to hold their heads up very early — in fact, I’ve had the experience with more than one of my babies, including Hazel, where, one of the first times when I picked her up in the hospital, I briefly forgot to support her head but she held it up all on her own. I don’t suppose that’s anything to be proud about since it’s just genetics and not a conscious accomplishment of mine, but even so I do feel proud of my pretty and strong-necked baby. And I’m very grateful that, noisy hips notwithstanding, she won’t have to wear a harness to fix her hips.
Henry’s been shouting “Bug” at me because he found a dead potato bug in an empty drawer. He’s very proud of it. I guess we’re all susceptible to being proud of our little bugs.
(Yeah, I guess I did just compare my sweet beautiful living baby girl to a dried-up dead potato bug — it wasn’t a very felicitous literary choice, was it?)