“He’s okay, right??” I was holding my fingertips just above my mouth, trying not to look so damn anguished seeing the doctor that was prodding and poking at my baby.
“Yes, he is a perfectly happy boy, just above his curve to average, but that will be fine with time….” I scowled; what did he just tell me, that my son was fat?? He was a baby, and he was perfect!
“I nurse him when he wants, and that’s all; he isn’t eating anything else if that’s what you imply!” I had it with people trying to tell me that my baby was bigger, so he was bigger! What was the big deal!? The doctor gave me a smile, all fake, and exchanged a look with Mom doing an apologetic back; why? I wasn’t sorry!
“I didn’t imply anything, Mrs. Hopper; I’m sorry if you misread that; your son is healthy and happy; it's normal
