K has always been a shorty. While C was content to hang out in the 50-60% charts for length as a baby, K was usually around the 20th percentile.
C outgrew some of his newborn sleepers at two weeks old. K wore all of his newborn-sized clothing for about seven weeks. C was constantly moving up in sizes as a baby. K could wear each size grouping for a lot longer than C could.
After turning one, he seemed to grow in accordance with clothing sizes–18M and 24M/2T fit at around those ages, though he still tended to be one of the smaller kids in his MDO class.
When he turned 3, I took him in for his well-child visit. His height and weight were checked and logged into his chart. The nurse frowned a bit and remeasured his height. She left to get the pediatrician, still looking a little less than 100% at ease.
I got a little nervous.
The pediatrician came in, checked his eyes and ears and all the other good stuff, and then said she wanted to measure his height again herself, saying that sometimes little kids wiggle and she wanted a double-check.
She showed me K’s growth chart. His values went steadily, if slowly, upward–until that day’s measurement. His data showed he had fallen entirely off the growth curve he’d settled on over the last 1.5 years.
“Let’s check on that in six months,” his pediatrician suggested. “If he hasn’t caught up then we can explore whether there’s a reason he isn’t growing as he should be.” Okay, cool. I wasn’t TOO worried at the time. He’d always been small, I reasoned to myself. He’s likely fine. I put it out of my mind.
Last week, his MDO teachers took pictures of his class standing in front of their circle time board. I noticed that many of his friends are at least two inches taller than he is. That’s… a lot.
Remembering what the pediatrician had said, I started googling “reasons for delayed growth in children” and found an article about growth hormone deficiency. I realized we could check several of the symptom boxes off.
I freaked. I emailed the pediatrician with my concerns and which other symptoms he had. She told me to go ahead and bring him in for a height check; two months was enough time to let us see whether he was growing or not.
In two months he’s grown nearly an inch, bringing him back up to his previous growth curve. A not-so-small knot of anxiety loosened in my chest. My little dude is just that, it seems–a little dude. I’ve emailed the pediatrician(bless her; she’s NEVER made me feel silly for my worries) to ensure her info backs up what I have written down, but overall I’m a lot calmer.
I am, though, a little frustrated I donated all of his 2T pants last year, thinking he’d have outgrown them by now. He didn’t. Gah!!