Imported from Vox
It's official, I've got an Amazon Baby. She's over 90th percentile on everything.
It's funny my first born, who weighed the same as her at birth, was always right at the 50th percentile. My second, who only weighed five ounces less at birth, was always at the lower end, around 25th percentile.
I went to a restaurant last night* and astonished a lady when I told her the baby was only six weeks old. Before this happened I would have thought I would be offended by her reaction (it was a big reaction), but when it actually happened I loved it. I just smiled and thought "yep, that's my fat, breastfed baby!" That's the thing, I think it would have freaked me out if she were formula fed. I've had varying degrees of success at breastfeeding with my other two children and both of them were eventually formula fed. If I'd been formula feeding her (and didn't already have the experience of two other kids to lean on) I'd have worries of overfeeding her, but you can't overfeed a breastfed baby. She just eats what she eats and that's the right amount for her.
*I hate going to restaurants lately. I have a three-year-old, a one-year-old and a newborn. It's not that my kids are terrors in the restaurant. They are actually pretty well behaved, but that still means telling my three-year-old to sit down and eat his food a few times, wrestle my one-year-old back into his high chair a few times (those stupid, futile buckles never hold him in) and make sure he has a never ending supply of finger foods while also consoling and nursing the baby. She always wants to cluster feed between 7 p.m. and 10 p.m. When do you think we go to restaurants? She's also a little fussy during that time. I never get to eat in the restaurant. I always take a box home. Great, cold (reheated) expensive food. This was a good idea?
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