2 Month Dr. Visit

In my head, doctor still means 'vet,' or 'OB' but these days it means 'pediatrician.' Val may well grow up thinking that her doctor is actually a vet and that's probably okay.

She had her 2 month checkup on Thursday. That meant 4 shots, all of which I dreaded and would gladly have taken for her if I could.

On the way there, she played with her badass new toy (no, she's not improperly stowed in her carseat, she's just getting good at leaning forward in the thing as if she's trying to make a break for it), and took a nap.

She woke up to crazyass rage in the waiting room. Thinking she was hungry, we had them let us into a room early so I could nurse her but she had other ideas. She raged at el boob and just kept on crying.

At least, I said, at least she won't just be crying about the shots.

She weighs 11 lbs 7 oz, is 23.5 inches long and remains in the 75% percentile for her age group. This time, she chose not to pee on the scale. By the time our doc (not vet) came in, Val had finally calmed down so we were able to ask the questions on our list.

For the record, we asked about the rotavirus vaccine (the first batch caused problems so it was pulled from the market. The second batch is just wrapping up it's final governmental approvals so she's just about ready to order some. However, she still feels that rotavirus is able to be managed medically and that the risk is acceptable of not vaccinating. That satisfied us). Our other question was about swimming -- is there any reason she shouldn't go? Even though at this point, she'd been twice.

Swimming is just fine, as long as we accept that she's not going to actually learn to swim just yet. Apparently people think they can tap into some primative urge for babies to swim, but I don't buy it (if you do, good for you, just the same, I'm not going to throw my kid completely underwater to see if she knows what to do) and neither does the doc. So yes, Val can 'swim' but we're not to think that she'll emerge from one day at the pool ready to try out for the Olympic swim team. Got it.

After the questions came the shots. I'd gotten Val started nursing (finally) and she was all happy until the evil needle came along. Then there was no stopping the rage and no returning to the boob. We headed home, Val and I took a longass nap and she woke up not wanting to eat much at all. She eventually took a bottle (making it the first time she'd eaten since about 2 pm) around 9:30 but continued her boob hate for a while, until the next morning.

She emerged from the whole thing largely unscathed, save for 4 band-aids on her chubby thighs. We don't have a 3 moth visit so there are no shots for a while yet. Good thing, because I need a break from that.