My baby's 9 months!

I woke up today ready to celebrate Alison turning 9 months old, but all I could do was mope. It began with the realization that I proved the theory wrong that it takes 9 months to put baby weight on and it should take 9 months to get it off. I'm sure the peanut butter m&m's during my chick flick last night didn't help, but what's a good movie without some yummy candy? Then I took Alison to her physical therapy appointment. I was under the impression that this was going to be her last visit. Her therapist Kelly and I have a lot in common and have formed a good friendship. Well, the good news is that I'll be able to see a lot more of her because we have to start going every week again instead of stopping. She feels like Alison still has a little head tilt and isn't meeting some developmental milestones. She wants to see Alison sit up from laying down and put more weight on her left arm. Alison has figured out what happens in the therapy room and now cries as soon as we get there. I feel like she doesn't see the things Alison should be doing because she's too busy crying to show her how she moves and plays. Oh, being a mom can be so frustrating. There are so many things that she's doing early, but I guess that doesn't make up for being a little behind in other areas. Then we ventured on to her 9 month checkup with the pediatrician. She weighs 17lbs 14oz(25-50%) and her height is 28.25 inches(75%). The pediatrician is a little concerned that she's only gained 1.5lbs since her 6 month check up. We told her that we're feeding her as much as possible but she's been a little picky the last few weeks. She thinks Alison's acid reflux is still present and put her back on Zantac. All I can do is sigh. Kelly had called her and talked to her about Alison's progress (keep in mind that we've been going to therapy for 6 months now) and she wants us to see a neurologist to make sure Alison's brain development is not delayed. We've seen every specialist there is and Alison's passed every test with flying colors. She learns things quickly and is constantly moving. I just wish these doctors could be home with us and hear my little girl say "ba,ba" when she wants her bottle and scootch her way around the house in search for the kitty. I'm frustrated that we're back to square one; back in therapy and on zantac...I'm so ready for these days to be over. I got home discouraged and ready to finish my bag of m&m's. Then Alison blessed me with a little encouragement to assure me that she's normal and will meet milestones eventually. We were on the bed playing and Smoochy jumped up to join the fun. Alison got her little legs underneath her and pushed herself forward to pet Smooch. She's on the verge of crawling and I can't wait to show the doctors wrong.