When I became a mom two-ish years ago, I knew nothing about early childhood development. I was the youngest in my immediate family, and the only younger cousins I had were, at max, two year younger. All that to say: I didn't really spend a whole lot of time around little kids when I was a wee one myself. Once, I dumbly asked my mom when babies start walking. Dumbly, I say, because I was 20 years old and that seems to be something I should have picked up on by then. Can you blame me? I didn't have firsthand experience and I had no real need to know.
Once I found out I was expecting, I started to research developmental milestones for infants. Since I'm an anxious person, I soothe my worries by learning as much as I can about the thing that scares me. That way, I feel some semblance of control over what's happening around me. Of course, that control is an illusion - but it helps me not freak out constantly, so I'll take it. Earlier I told you about my brother's congenital heart condition. Since he had such a complicated start to his life, I worry that my own kids will have issues of their own. When I found out I was pregnant a second time, I immediately started Googling all the things that could go wrong. Take it from me - DO NOT DO THAT.
I'm getting off track - and doesn't that seem apropos. Shep was an early-everything-er. Not by a lot, but he seemed to hit milestones about two or three weeks ahead of the "average". From birth, both of my children have had a remarkable level of muscle tone and strength. They very quickly learn to hold their own heads up, and they are always interested in looking around and trying to stand or sit upright. We do a little thing I like to call "Baby Parkour". When you hold my babies by their thighs, and hold them out from your body, they will hold themselves stiff parallel to the ground. This is a feat of core strength that I thought was normal - turns out, not all babies can plank!
Rory is normal in every other way - she can sit upright for a few seconds before falling over, she is a chunker but solidly within her growth curve, and she's intensely interactive. But rolling over? Baby girl has zero interest. Because she's one of my weirdo rock-solid-core babies, I know that she has the strength to roll easily! What she lacks is the coordination. Admittedly, I'm not quite as diligent about making tummy time a true workout. Only in the last few weeks have I gotten down on the floor with her and tried to encourage her to roll. I've even tucked her arm under her body and helped push her hips. Maybe if she feels her body do it, she'll have the muscle memory to do it by herself? I don't know why I think this will help, but I do it nonetheless.
She will be six months old in a matter of days. I'll be bringing this up to her pediatrician - as soon as I find a new one in our new town. This slow-to-roll worries me a bit, but not enough to cause a major anxiety attack. Yet. I've resisted the urge to Google and try to diagnose her with some ultra-rare condition. That wouldn't do anyone any good - she'll move about when she's ready and not a minute before, right? I guess I've got to learn to slow my own roll.
Did you kids meet their developmental milestones early or late? Have you had any late bloomers? How did you stop yourself from worrying? Please help me ease my mind - find me on Twitter @pi3sugarpi3.