My youngest just turned one and has her check up tomorrow. This excites me because (fingers crossed) I may get to turn her car seat around. I don’t know why this excites me, but it is a 1 year old rite of passage I guess.
I am obsessing because she isn’t doing a lot of babbling and doesn’t speak any words. The former pediatric physical therapist in me gets all hyper about these things. I don’t want to be that mom, but I confess that I am. That being said I don’t get concerned about pacifiers that have fallen on the ground, her eating food from underneath my kitchen table or letting her cry it out when she has trouble sleeping at night.
I think that sometimes too much knowledge is a bad thing. We worry about these developmental things because we own 12 books on what skills our child should have when. We also compare our kids against others (come on admit you do it) and against their siblings. We don’t want to, but we do.
I will feel better when I am assured that she is fine and normal which I am fairly confident I will be. She is the happiest kid ever and has begun to take a few steps. I might also point out that she held her head up, rolled over, sat and crawled ahead of schedule thanks to her daily physical therapy lessons :). Maybe by kid #4 I will stop doing this to myself. I guess by then I will be lucky if I even notice what kid #4 is doing at all.