On Monday, I had a Parenting Win. At 11 weeks, Genevieve is 24 1/2" long, and 12 lbs, 14 oz. She is tall, like Andrew, and has some good meat on her bones. I can't find the percentiles, but I assure you, she's well above the 50% mark on both. (Fortunately, she doesn't have her father's giant head. Quoth the pediatrician.)
I am utterly delighted. For the first time, I feel like I'm really doing something right. The pediatrician told us (basically) that all of the preemie concerns were well behind us, and that we have a robust and thriving daughter.
I can't even begin to describe the relief I feel. Andrew and I were high five-ing each other all the way home after her appointment.
Success as a parent is - apparently - measured in inches and pounds.