So I made an appointment today to see her doctor, concerned that maybe there was fluid in her ears, or something was wrong with her eyes, and it was upsetting her equilibrium. I just didn't know, but better safe than sorry, especially when it comes to my kid.
Off to the doctor we went. Cecilia topped the scales at a whopping 24lbs, 8oz. Quite the *chunker. The doctor stripped her down to her pull up and socks, and gave her the good once over. Checked eyes, ears, glands, legs, arms, joints, feet, the works. Unconvinced by what she saw, she set Cecilia on the floor. But the doctor made one tragic mistake.
She left the baby on the exam table. As the doctor was explaining to me what she was about to look for, Cecilia pushed the tiny child sized chair next to the adult chair, climbed both and scrambled onto the table, pulling the baby, and the beloved **Sippy Sips down.
From there, she had Cecilia walk up and down the hallway, where upon reaching on end of the hall, she would spin on her heel, announce "Ready! Set! GO!" and promptly tear down the hall to the other end, baby and sippy sips in tow.
Back in the exam room, the doctor said "While falling down is something that's not to be taken lightly, I think that it's related to anything bad in this case." She went on to explain that she feels Cecilia's problem is this: She's tiny. She thinks she's big. She acts accordingly. She runs when she should walk, she flies when she should run, and in general, she's very physically advanced for her age, but just doesn't have the size to hold all of that up.
In short, her diagnosis: Runt.
I also had to puff out my mom chest with pride when she said how excellent Cecilia's communication skills were, and that she sees 3 year olds who don't speak as well as she does. I'm kinda surprised my head fit out the door.
*By chunker i mean itty bitty. She's in like the 5th percentile for weight
**The plastic bottle of orange juice...or some sort of creepy orange liquid that disappears into the nipple of the bottle when flipped upside down.