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Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Toby had his 3-month check-up from the health visitor yesterday. At the time, I was doing some health visiting of my own at Crawley Hospital, so I wasn't present for the verdict, but fortunately it was a different lady this time (I expect the last one has gone into labour) and she had that rarest of qualities amongst healthcare professionals: legible handwriting. So for the first time I was able to read her notes about my son.

And it's all good news. Apparently Toby was "alert and vocalising" (which means wide-awake and screaming), and produced "lots of lovely smiles". He gets that from me. I'm relentlessly cheerful. Apart from when I'm moaning. Interestingly, however, whilst Toby remains at the 9th percentile for both weight and length, he's now on the 50th percentile for head circumference. So his brain's growing faster than his body. In thirty years time he'll look like the Tefal man.

Most telling of all, though, was the health visitor's final comment to Lisa. Having witnessed the quality of home life I've provided for her, and the exceptional children we've raised, the lady turned to Lisa at the end and said "You've done well not to get depressed". She was standing near our wedding photos at the time, but I'm sure that was just coincidental.