Today marks Ada's 9 week birthday. Yesterday morning, my mom went with me to Ada's 2 month appointment. It was a tremendous help because I had TONS of questions. But first: This little girl has grown so much since birth. She's 22 inches long, 10.2 pounds, and measuring perfectly -- right along her growth curve.
As our pediatrician joked: "The boob-juice is working!"
Before we met with our new doctor, the nurse did all these measurements . . . and right when we were telling her our concerns for the day (the biggest of which was her continued issues with reflux), Ada spit up all over the table . . . a couple hours after eating. Sort of like she was saying: "Exhibit A." Right?
The episode is nothing new. For this reason, bibs are SO the fashion statement for babies this winter. Ada will be wearing one all day, every day until her tiny tummy learns to hold in all that milk.
The doctor came in soon after, and I immediately knew that I had made the right decision with switching from our previous pediatrician. She is on top of everything and spent a load of time with us making sure everything on my long list of questions was answered. The other doc was fine, but I just click with this new one. The level of comfort makes me feel confident we're getting the best care available.
Overall, Ada is very healthy. She's on target with developmental milestones. The doc decided it'd be a good decision to up the dosage of her current reflux med and see if that helps with the choking -- so we're giving that a try. So far, so good. She also gave me a bunch of handouts about how to treat colds in infants (Ada has a few sniffles), an outline of all well visit appointments, and information detailing what was in all the shots, and -- oh, wait -- yeah, SHOTS.
Of course, I knew they (all three of them) were coming. I even laughed with my mom at the beginning of the appointment about it. "I don't know why moms cry when their babies get shots," I said. "They need them. That is that."
When the nurse came in with the dreaded needles, she told me I could gently distract Ada by holding her upper body. I decided to play with her hands and let her hold onto my pinky fingers. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the first needle penetrate her skin. Then Ada let out this little wail and quickly inhaled, held her breath with the saddest face I've ever, EVER seen, and SCREAMED.
My mom and I both had tears in our eyes. I was not at all expecting to feel so upset. It was just so hard seeing her in pain, looking so betrayed. Like: "You're supposed to PROTECT me from these things, mommy!"
The rest of the day, Ada was sleepy. With the exception of a quick and massive blowout, she slept most of the afternoon. Which reminds me. Breastfeeding moms: What's the deal with sleep at this stage? In the past week Ada started sleeping 7- to 9-hour stretches at a time. Our ped said we shouldn't let her go more than 5 hours at night. I'm inclined to just let her sleep, however, since she's gaining weight and is otherwise healthy.
Hmmm . . .
Our next appointment is at 4 months where we'll get yet another round of the shots. I'm hoping she forgets the trauma by then. Unfortunately, I know for sure that I won't.
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