I’m slowly catching up on blog posts. I often start to write something and save it as a draft. Then, it sits there unpublished for weeks, sometime months. Some of these drafts are completely irrelevant at this point.
Here’s one worth saving.
Adelaide had her 4-month well visit on Dec 7. Tim and I both had the day off so we were able to go together. She weighed in at 16 pounds, 15.8 ounces, remaining in the 97th percentile. For height she’s in the 90th percentile at 25.5 inches. My mom is quick to remind me that I was off the charts in both height and weight for most of my childhood. The doctors told her not to worry about being over the 100th percentile for weight since I was also over 100 percent for height. I’m still a tall girl (but hopefully not still off the charts for weight).
The most surprising part of the appointment was at the end when Adelaide had to have her second round of vaccines. They gave her an oral medication and two shots. The oral went down okay. Then, they had me hold her hands so they wouldn’t get in the way of the needle going into her leg. She sucked on my finger and the first shot was okay. Remembering from her two-month appointment that the second shot is the worst since it apparently “burns,” I braced myself for screams and tears. There were none. She didn’t cry at all.
“That’s the first time I’ve seen that happen,” our nurse said completely surprised. Tim and I looked to each other in shock and shrugged. What can we say? Our baby is superhuman.
In full disclosure, Adelaide did cry when they weighed her. Ha!