New Appreciation For…Double Chins!
I was indifferent to my chin for nearly two and a half decades. As I neared my thirties, however, I started to notice some displeasing qualities. In pictures of my profile, I’m particularly uneasy with the convex nature of my jawline and if I am not careful how I hold my head, a picture from the front can reveal a double chin! I’ve adopted a series of strategies over the years.
This unfortunately means I have something in common with a notorious dictator. Joseph Stalin was also self conscious of his double chin and he also tried to diminish it in photographs. Unlike Stalin, however, I don’t have control of the media. Although I get to review and approve my own uploaded photos, I still occassionally cringe when I see what my friends have chosen to upload to Flickr or Facebook. : )
Little Sagan Charles arrived early and weighed only 4 pounds 13 ounces when he was born. Like a lot of babies, he lost weight his first week and was staving off some jaundice. His first pediatrician visit, he was down to 4 pounds 5 ounces and in the “< 3” percentile for his weight. Suddenly my number one goal was to get the little guy to gain some weight. Every two hours, we fed and pumped. Fed and pumped, fed and pumped, fed and pumped. His bilirubin score no longer became a concern. He put on 7 ounces in one weekend, so his weight was moving in the right direction.
At his one month appointment, he was projected to weigh 6 pounds 8 ounces, but he came in at 7 pounds 11 ounces, moving him up to the 10% percentile. A month later, he came in at 10 pounds 12 ounces placing him solidly in the 25%.
And as Sagan moved from the “< 3 %” percentile to the “25 %”, he outgrew some clothes, he got chubby thighs and chubby cheeks…. and developed the most beautiful, glorious double chin.
Suddenly, the phrase “double chin” no longer had the same connotation. It’s become a source of pride, the souvenir of a job well done– over 33 gallons of pumped breastmilk (as of Dec 14th) and a son whose well pass the fifteen pound mark.
Now when I think of double chins, I smile.
Which is good. I need to differiate myself from Stalin in any way I can.