(I haven’t posted anything in a few days because of how I’ve been feeling, but a midmorning nap gave me some extra energy today. I hope to do some catching up, at least to post some photos.)
The Saturday after Jesse was born, EPIX had a boxing telecast from London. (Since that was Jesse’s due date, Dan had declined to travel for it.) During the show, WNBC’s Bruce Beck congratulated us on his birth. In the “tale of the tape,” he announced Jesse’s birth weight — 7 pounds, 7 ounces — and his ranking (although I’m unsure which sanctioning body), hence the title above.
Now, Jesse had been to the pediatrician Friday afternoon, and was declared 6 pounds, 14.6 ounces (he got down to 6 lbs., 14 oz., on Wednesday night, his low mark, still within the expected 10 percent loss.) Since it’s Friday, I wondered where he was a week later, in terms of weight gain.
Enter the kitchen scale.

I originally bought it a few years ago to weigh portions of turkey for Winter Mitzvah Day at Temple Rodef Shalom. I remember choosing one that could weigh up to 11 pounds, to handle the aluminum pans going to larger shelters.

To get as accurate a weight as possible, I chose a light plastic bowl and added a blanket, diaper and a onesie and sleep gown identical to what he was wearing. That totaled 12.9 ounces. I hit the TARE button and went to get Jesse.

(Yes, I kept the bowl steady, so I know that may have affected the outcome.)

The result: 126.1 ounces, or 7 pounds, 14.1 ounces, give or take. Whatever the exact measure, he’s eaten his way back to his birth weight and beyond.