We had Moe’s three year doctor’s appointment this week. At our doctor, the first thing we do at the appointment is respond to an age-appropriate developmental questionnaire. This was Moe’s first regular pediatrician appointment since his diagnosis. Dr. G gets all of Moe’s records, of course, but because Jelly sees the same doctor, we’ve also had a few chances to chat with her about how things have been going. So there was no surprise that the answers to almost all of the questions was “no.” No, he doesn’t throw a ball overhand. No, at least 50% of words are not intelligible (words? what words?). No, he can’t pedal a tricycle. Doesn’t know his name, age or sex. Can’t carry dishes or help set the table. (This one cracks me up. Have they met my husband?)
It was actually a bit liberating. We know Moe isn’t where he is supposed to be, so I wasn’t upset about it. It used to be that any reminder of how far behind he is would get me pretty upset. I guess this is growth. And actually, he could do quite a few of the things on the list. He does help dress himself to some degree and can sometimes copy a circle. He can jump in place, kick a ball and alternate feet when ascending stairs. These questionnaires are there to point out any potential problems. We’re already there.
What I wasn’t prepared for was the other information we got. If you know me, you know I’m not tall. Okay, I’m short. Under five feet, in fact. My grandmother called me “diminutive.” I liked that. But Jeff is quite average in height so I’ve held out hope for Moe. He’s been around the fifth percentile for height since birth, but he was born a few weeks early. He had one brief moment at the 25th, but we now think that was a measurement error. So, okay, he’s on the small side. It’s not a medical problem, and it shouldn’t be any big surprise. But our doctor said he’s on track to be five foot four or five as an adult and I’ll admit I was bummed. I know this is not anything I should be worried about and I can’t do anything about it. But I also know that Moe is going to have a lot of challenges, especially socially, as he gets older. Being short, especially as a boy, is only going to make it harder.
Moe looks just like Jeff. Has his curls. Has his blue eyes. But apparently, he’s got my height. Poor kid just can’t catch a break.