We had an appointment last Tuesday and while I was there, something was brought to my attention by the other patients in the waiting room. Five or six people must have asked me how old Henry is and I had no idea how to answer! At first, I just said he was six weeks old--which is true--but anyone who has ever seen a newborn can tell that my wee five pound baby is not six weeks old. Then I said that he was six weeks old, but that he was born premature. I don't mind sharing what happened, obviously, but I don't know if I'm giving them more information than they want and I'm not always up for a long conversation about HOW early he was, HOW long he was in the hospital, HOW much he weighed when he was born, etc. I can certainly chat someone up once in an evening, but five or six times? I'm not sure I'm up for it.
This is really a non-issue, though. We'll be taking him to the clinic once a week and that will be the extent of his outings until he is larger and his corrected age won't raise so many eyebrows. And it's not like I find the questions or the conversation offensive or distressing in any way. It's just a lot to talk about with strangers in a waiting room. Over and over again. Sometime, though, it's just hard to know what to say.