Today my two students who are giving a joint recital had an overlap lesson so they could work on the duet they’re going to play. It made for a late night, but it was fun. They’re both good cellists, and play well together. I’m looking forward to their show!
This morning I posted a few pictures of the twins back when they were newborns. The difference is astounding. They were so tiny. It took a while for them to even get on the growth chart at all. This morning at their 2-year-old well-child appointments we weighed them. Emily is now in the 3rd percentile for height, the 2nd for weight, and the 64th for head circumference. Big noggin. 🙂 Joanna is in the 14th percentile for height, the 4th for weight, and 36th for head circumference. They’re growing well. They’re still behind on some of their milestones, but they are progressing, and I’m not worried, and neither is their doctor.
I find it funny that Joanna’s half-inch of height on Emily gains her 11 percentile points. Just goes to show how limited in use the stats are. They can give you a picture, some interesting data, but mostly what I’m looking at is that they’re growing, they’re engaging, they’re eating well and they’re vigorous and progressing.
It is also amazing to look at the photo of me from the beginning of my 36th week. My belly is enormous, staggeringly huge. I remember that it was hard to walk from one room to another. When you’re pregnant and they’re measuring your belly, it’s expected that you’ll, very roughly, get to the number of centimeters that you are weeks along. So in an average pregnancy, that means your belly would be about 40 centimeters at the time of birth. Mine was over 50, and my babies were small. Had I made it the full 40 weeks, possibly I would have been unable to raise myself from the couch unaided. The human body is wonderful in its varied and powerful capacities. I am so happy that I was able to carry the twins as long as I did, and happy they’re healthy and going strong. And I’m proud of myself for walking from the car to the hospital, from the entrance up to the intake room, and from the intake room to my room. I didn’t want to be pushed in a wheel chair. I went slowly, stopping to breathe when I needed to.
That’s a good lesson for life.