When Milla was born my husband and I created our announcement together via text, email and newspaper ad. It was my decision not to add the baby’s weight to the message as I could never really grasp what the fuss was all about. Needless to say, every single one of the texts and emails that were returned said, “Congratulations! How much did she weigh?”
Is it just so that people can enjoy grimacing over the reality that such a large human came out of…? I don’t think I need to continue…But what is the fascination? I completely understand the need for weight measurements to be done to check that baby is growing at a steady rate and getting adequate nutrition, but why does birthweight matter to everyone?
The weight confusion continues…
On Sunday, Milla turned 6 months and today we headed off to our health centre appointment. We were very disappointed to discover that our dear health nurse had still not returned to work after being affected by the bushfires. Instead, we were greeted by a sour looking replacement.
Milla did her usual thing and complained about being pulled and pushed in all directions and finally we were given the results.
“She is short and fat,” the replacement announced.
“Pardon?” I replied, with eyes and mouth gaping wide.
She repeated her statement (even though she knew too well I had heard loud and clear the first time) and then went on to say, “She will probably have a growth spurt soon but she is 10 grams overweight.”
“So, 10 grams…meaning, the size of her little toe?” I said. “Gosh, if she’s fat then I’d hate to be getting on your scales!”
Hours later I am still shaking my head…and feeling even more baffled.

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