By Dr Tari Turner
Even before my son had a name, he had been measured. In his first hour of life, straight after he had been briefly cuddled and stared at in awe, his wrinkled body was stretched out to determine his length and then as he resumed the familiar foetal position, he was weighed in all his naked glory.
Over the next few (thankfully blurry) months, Oscar was at first daily, then weekly and monthly, weighed and measured. His growth was tracked against population norms, his development coded and his every achievement recorded in a little blue book.
Long before Oscar could count, he had been counted.
The process was so straightforward that even in my new-mama sleep-deprived state, I could manage it. It just happened. The simplicity of the process however, shouldn’t mislead us into underestimating its impact.
Those basic steps of recording Oscar’s birth and measuring his development have been fundamental to his health and wellbeing. Because Oscar’s birth was recorded, a maternal child health nurse visited us when we got home from hospital, checked that he was fine and that we were coping (just!). Oscar’s birth registration also meant that when we attended the council immunisation sessions, the vaccines he needed were there; when Oscar was ready for pre-school, a space was available; when he was unwell, we could visit a doctor; when my work took me overseas, we could get Oscar a passport and travel as a family.