the numbers

The verdict is in. Morgan is an itty bitty thing. Today at her well visit she was exactly 12 pounds, which if you're keeping notes (and I am), is the 15th percentile. However, my milk is not going to waste. She is now 25.5 inches long which is the 90th percentile. And just for kicks, her head was in the 15th percentile as well. Because she's a little on the small side I was told to try and get some more calories in her. We'll be upping her ounces during the day and giving her some extra mommy milk in a bottle before bed. No formula or cereal for now. We go back for a weight check in 3 weeks to see if it's working and reevaluate from there. Right now she's a little mad at me because I made her get three shots today. I know her legs are sore because she cries when I touch them. If it makes her feel better, my arm hurts from my flu shot today.

Morgan's physical therapy is going really well. The therapist says that her neck already feels so much better and she likes the way she is looking more to her left side. We're still doing stretches and exercises on a daily basis and therapy once a week. For now we're taking it week by week, but are told we're only looking at a couple of months.

Morgan started rolling over a bit this past weekend. She still has a little trouble getting her shoulder under her, but we have some excerises to help her with that also. Last night I let her have a little nakey time before the bath. She loves it! Something about being carefree. She was rolling and moving all over the floor, but had to hold Michael's finger for a little security.This girl is all about her hands. They are always in her mouth. And everyone and everything is soaked from her drool. She's just so stinkin' cute.