Head Size Matters?

Does it really matter that my baby has a bigger head than normal?

I just have to write about this. At the last dr’s visit that Little Drake had, the pediatrician sits me down and starts to say, “… usually if one or two of the parents have an above average head size, the child will also.” And your point? I don’t know, I just found it strange. I mean, my baby’s head literally saved his life. Yes, I’ll go into that. As you may know, I had what they call a late pregnancy… blah blah blah. Read all about it here or here. Yeah, one of those posts was supposed to be private, but I still can’t figure it out.

Anyway, the gist is that Gabriel was a small baby for his gestational age. He had a small body, but his head was bigger. The head matched the gestational age, according to the dates I gave them, but the body was smaller. This stirred up a few things during the months of my prenatal care. For one, they couldn’t pin point the age of the baby. Since I had the gestational diabetes, they were worried that the baby was not getting enough nutrients… etc. From the beginning the drs told me that the size of his head gave them hope. It gave them motivation that would influence how they treated us. The head being so big gave us hope that he was normal, or healthy… whatever that would make him okay.

So for the pediatrician to take on a tone of reassurance about his head, was kind of moot, more, anti-climatic. I didn’t think to tell him then, but I will next time I talk to him. To be fair, he probably doesn’t know the whole story, at the very least, my story… but this was something….

OH… I know. I wanted to write about it because the other day was the first time I saw for myself that he does sort of have a boggle head. He is in the 25th percentile and has a thin, slight body; that I can tell will stretch out tall, and a head that seems to sit on a small neck. He’s got good muscle control and everything, just that I while drying him naked, after a bath, I could see what the dr probably saw, or measured. Still no big deal, just that it was more pronounced with him being naked.

I remember when I was compulsive about preventing “Flat Head Syndrome”. That is when they sleep always with the head in the same position and the growing head adjusts for it and that spot, touching the mattress, could end up being flat. Gabriel’s head was always perfect shape. Then when I went back to work for a few months, somebody, who shall remain nameless, wasn’t as vigilant and the head got slightly flat, just where his head touched the mattress. Thank goodness I quit my job for other reasons. I was able to take control again! I like to think that only “I” can see the spot, but of course us mommies are very observant when it comes to babies.

He’s still my Goopy… Hey, I’d rather him have a big head on a little body than a huge body with a little head… sort of like a shrunken voodoo head. Besides, his dad has the same body type and he just naturally takes after him in most ways anyway…. thank goodness, otherwise, he’s be short and stumpy!

The Last Resort~Eagles

She came from Providence,
the one in Rhode Island
Where the old world shadows hang
heavy in the air
She packed her hopes and dreams
like a refugee
Just as her father came across the sea
She heard about a place people were smilin’
They spoke about the red man’s way,
and how they loved the land
And they came from everywhere
to the Great Divide
Seeking a place to stand
or a place to hide

Down in the crowded bars,
out for a good time,
Can’t wait to tell you all,
what it’s like up there
And they called it paradise
I don’t know why
Somebody laid the mountains low
while the town got high

Then the chilly winds blew down
Across the desert
through the canyons of the coast, to
the Malibu
Where the pretty people play,
hungry for power
to light their neon way
and give them things to do

Some rich men came and raped the land,
Nobody caught ‘em
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes, and Jesus,
people bought ‘em
And they called it paradise
The place to be
They watched the hazy sun, sinking in the sea

You can leave it all behind
and sail to Lahaina
just like the missionaries did, so many years ago
They even brought a neon sign: “Jesus is coming”
Brought the white man’s burden down
Brought the white man’s reign

Who will provide the grand design?
What is yours and what is mine?
‘Cause there is no more new frontier
We have got to make it here

We satisfy our endless needs and
justify our bloody deeds,
in the name of destiny and the name of God

And you can see them there,
On Sunday morning
They stand up and sing about
what it’s like up there
They call it paradise
I don’t know why
You call someplace paradise,
kiss it goodbye ……………………………..~ Glen Frey, Don Henley ~

his is how I felt about this country then, and I still feel this way now… only it’s worse. Do any of you remember this from when it came out on the Hotel California Album>>> YES, a VINYL record. I could sing all those words with or without the record then and now. It really pierces the heart.

Tyler’s post tonight, Declaration of Independence, is about how we are seduced by everything we come across out there, whether it be the media, music, advertising. Just about everything is either directly or indirectly marketed to us and has the potential to change the way we think and perceive our world. I would recommend reading it because it’s well thought out, very clear and exquisitely expressed. Well, my post sort of goes in a different direction; but that is like me, starting off with one thing and drifting off into another. It’s where the flow of thought takes me, and I am a willing passenger!

Tyler’s message is different, but as I was thinking about it tonight, I remembered this song. Like people being seduced into thinking that this world is a paradise, but only for some people. We wear masks and do not see how much we are really destroying this earth. I am ashamed of much of our history, as an American and as a white person. We have trampled down the indigenous peoples of this country (and others) and it makes me sick. If that was not enough, we are also killing the land, and it won’t be long until it’s all over.

I have always been a pushover for good writing, and this is unbelievably great writing! Both the song and “Declaration of Independence”.

Write Up There!

Yea! Finally over the hump! I didn’t think that I’d be a popular blog, but this is really special.

As you can see, nothing to hide. Wish the numbers were higher, but then I think I’d really be a slave to this thing more than I am!