Other people look at my daughter, normally confused. She's 22 months old (I said that at work last week and a colleague told me off for not saying she's two) but big. As a baby the rolls were cute but now I worry. I'm tall so is my husband our daughter is long as well as chunky.
I don't worry about the dirty looks when she throws a tantrum. Or the look of horror in the park when I explain she's not yet two but is running about with bigger kids trying to climb the slide. She's my beautiful rainbow girl.
I do worry about her health. My health visitor was very kind, I called her in tears after comments at yet another weight in about her size. She called the team who did weigh in and asked them to measure her length as well as weight. She was 99 percent in height and weight. My husband sells fruit and veg so she was fed home made blended veg and fruit, with very little packaged or pre brought infant food. I was unable to breastfeed which still hurts, not any fault of my own I can see that now (this is a story for another day). As soon as she was one it was recommended we switched to cows milk, which we did and she now has a single 'botbot' at bedtime. At 22 months she eats most things, yes, she loves naughty foods but also eats fruit and veg everyday and we only have wheatbix (the cheap lidl version) for a low fat breakfast. Mummy can only eat low fat and we eat our 'bixbix' sat together every morning.
She was a perfect 8lbs when she was born.
I feel like I missed having a little baby just sometimes, but soon I will have another little girl..... besides my Rainbow is perfect!
