Today was Anne's 8 week well pediatrician visit, and with Hank at Vacation Bible School and Mike teaching, I took her myself. I was apprehensive, since these would be her first vaccinations. :(
When we arrived, she was weighed and measured. Little chunker weighs in at 12 lbs 7 ozs, and has grown 2.5 inches since birth! She's in the 90% for both height and weight. I don't know what it is, but I grow GIANT children. The doctor checked her over, said she looked great, and I asked about her spit up issue. Since she's gaining weight so fabulously, they're not worried about reflux. She just spits up more than the average baby. Alas.
Then came the dreaded moment. I hate it the most when they're this little, because they have no idea that it's coming. I held her tight, and when the first shot went in, there was this little shocked silence. I thought maybe the "delayed scream" would come into play, where their mouths open with no sound for a full 10 seconds while they gather steam to let loose THE BIG ONE. But not Anne. Within 1 second, she unleashed the ear splitting WAIL OF HORROR and began kicking her legs so hard that the nurse had a hard time finishing the rest of the shots. :)
But the instant the nurse finished and I picked her up, she was fine. I held her for awhile before buckling her back into her car seat, which she hates. Poor babe.
Now she's crying in her swing, so I must run. It's a lovely day today, so we're bound for a walk. :)