Traumatic Two Month

Lorelei had her two month check up back in November. *sigh* Yes, November. 

What I remember...

We were super tired. It was seven-thirty in the morning, the doc's first appointment of the day. If you'll recall this was at the behest of my super important husband who hates to wait. In his defense, though, he was the only one with any real itinerary that day. He had scheduled things like Business Analysis and Conference Calls; Lorelei and I had scheduled things like Tummy Time and Snuggle Naps. So.

They always start the appointment by measuring our girl. We've come to realize this is an imprecise science. We lay her down on a special table with a plastic headboard and a sliding measuring tape type device. This is problematic for a couple of reasons. One, I'm not jamming my kid's head up against the plastic headboard. Two, she is not particularly cooperative as her legs are constantly cycling. At our 48 hour appointment they laid her down on the examining table and used a pen to mark the sterile paper sheet at her head and feet and then measured the distance between the marks. That seemed more effective. In any event, the crude estimate came in at exactly two feet. They tell us she is taller/longer than 97% of other two month old baby girls. 

Next, they lead us into the examining room where she's weighed. There's a digital scale involved so it seems a bit more official. She was a whopping 12.75 lbs. She's heavier than 95% of her peers. (That's my girl;) 

The rest of the exam was great. The doctor reiterated what we already knew- our baby is just perfect. After asking the doctor dozens of questions, (which he patiently answered so thoroughly that I'm sure appointment number two was cursing us in the waiting room) it was time for her vaccinations. If I remember correctly, she got two shots in each leg. The nurse who administered the shots was very good in that she was very fast. In the time I thought she had done one inoculation, she had in fact done all four. Even so, it was AWFUL. Seriously, right up there with labor for me on the fun-o-meter. Her little face just crumbled and her lower lip quivered and things were just not alright. She cried like her little heart was breaking, like she'd been abandoned and betrayed. We're blessed with a really happy baby so we honestly haven't heard her cry very much to begin with. And her pained cry is very different from her "excuse-me-may-I-have-some-milk-please" cry or even her "I'm-sitting-in-poo-over-here-get-off-your-ass-and-fix-it" cry. It's so, so hard to hear. I just couldn't put her in her carseat feeling that way, so we sat in the lobby cuddling and rocking until the hiccups and such subsided. 

She slept a ton that day. We don't have any photos because I held her all day long. Both of us were feeling a bit traumatized so we basically spent the whole day wrapped in a hug on the couch.