What do you know, we've gone almost 2 weeks without any sort of medical appointment! (The last thing we had was his head ultrasound, which will have been 2 weeks ago as of tomorrow, and his next appointment is with his GI docs next Friday). Although his head size, among other things, is still a nagging worry in the back of our minds, life has been pretty normal.
Magnus has continued to make steady progress with his weight gain, and along with that has also been making progress with his gross motor skills. He's still extremely delayed for his age in that department, but interestingly seems to be progressing in a weight-appropriate, rather than age-appropriate, manner. By that I mean that now, at almost 10 months, he weighs about 14.5 pounds, which is the 50th percentile for weight for a 4 month old, and he is doing things like starting to be able to sit on his own for 10-20 seconds and to bear all his weight on his legs. These are the types of gross motor skills that typically develop around 4-6 months. So we're hopeful that as he continues to catch up weight-wise, he'll also catch up in his gross motor skills.
In a related development, Magnus has finally started receiving early intervention services. For the past two Fridays, an early interventionist has been coming to our house, but we're actually going to start seeing a different early interventionist this week who has a bit more expertise with delays related to health problems. Apparently, the early interventionist he saw before was assigned to us before the agency providing services had gotten his paperwork, so the early interventionist showed up at our door not knowing anything about him, despite the fact that we went through all that testing! Anyway, I could write a lengthy screed complaining about all the bureaucratic ridiculousness of getting him early intervention services, but I fear it would be very uninteresting so I'll just say that I'm glad he is finally getting services.
Meanwhile, Magnus continues to be his usual charming self. He's very into toys that make noise these days, which means that he loves rattles and his toy xylophone. He also loves to grab people's faces; last night he stuck his finger up my nostril and scratched me so hard that I got a nosebleed! Time to trim his nails again, I guess.
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