Baby update:
Mighty Mo is 8 months this Thursday. This last month was a blur. We might as well have skipped it – except for his discovery of consonants, his plan to skip crawling and go right to standing up, his ability to find any electrical chord in any room with every available toy already on the floor and easily accessible, and… oh well, I guess we won’t skip it after all.
Today, a visit with his new pediatrician. I wish I was as brave as Monkey Boy, facing the 5 needles of immunization. Mz. D. was on hand, as I was at work and she later gave me the run-down. She likes our new doctor and especially the nurse practioner who skillfully staged the five (5) syringes on the table and then administered them in under 45 seconds to our shocked and crying son. I don’t know many adults that would take five pricks at the same time and not whine a bit afterward. For those of you without kids, the needle typically goes into the front upper thigh – in this case three on one leg and two on the other. The good news is one of those shots was a flu shot for this upcoming season.
He is just under 19lbs (18 and some change) and is 27 inches long. This puts him at the 50th percentile of babies his age. That’s about as normal as you can slice it. We can start to feed him some dairy in the form of cheese – cottage cheese to be exact. He will stay on his forumula and rice cereal/oat cereal, along with the usual assortment of Gerber baby foods mixed in.
When I arrived home he was groggy, fussy, tired and stressed from his medical check up. I normally don’t feel too sorry for him when he is fussy. I’m a dad who first does a mental check of all of the things that make babies out of sorts:
* Clean diaper – CHECK.
* Full belly – CHECK.
* Plenty of playtime – CHECK.
* Plenty of loving – CHECK.
* Nap time – CHECK.
When you KNOW your kid is still feeling chronic uncomfortableness outside of this checklist, you really start feeling bad for them. I’ve heard my mom tell stories of how she felt for us when we had an earache or the like. This is now coming into focus for me.
Our boy was a trooper today, all things considered. I guess I learned something from him. Better double check your whinin’ and make sure you’ve got ‘just cause’ to fuss a bit. In other words, unless you’ve been a human pin cushion today, better just buck up.