Two Month Appointment

Mikey had his two month appointment today with Dr. James. On the to-do list... see how huge our boy is, give him the run over to make sure every little bit of him is functioning properly, and piss him off by stabbing his legs with three different vaccinations. First the good news...

Mikey is now...

• 24 inches long and in the 75th percentile (22 inches at birth)
• 15 lbs. 7 oz and in the 95th percentile (8 lbs. 12 oz at birth)
• with a pumpkin head that is 40.5 cm around (36 cm at birth)

First of all, I love our pediatrician. Dr. James is thorough and as nice as could be. As he was going over Mikey's growth chart he was happy with his progress. The minute he turned to his weight chart he was taken aback!! "Whoa, we have an offensive linebacker on our hands here!" is exactly what he said. I just smiled. He followed it up with, "Obviously, nutrition isn't an issue."

We went over the routine check list. Can hold head up on his own. Check. Is he vocal. Check. Still has some newborn reflexes. Check. Can follow objects with his eyes. Check. And, so on. Then came the moment of truth. Just as our sweet boy was drifting off for his afternoon nap the nurse walks in with three syringes and an oral vaccination. First, the oral. Just peachy. Then came the harsh reality of vaccinations. May I remind you that he had just drifted off. With a one, a two and a three our son was purple and hysterical from the two ladies stabbing his chunky little thighes with horrifically long syringes. Two Curious George Band-aids later we were on our way with two thumbs up from Dr. James.

Mikey came home and wasn't exactly happy for the next hour and a half. Nothing but crying. Thank you, Den, for going to my volleyball lesson. Then he was out. He slept from 7:45-6:15 this morning. What a sweet, dear boy. Today he seems to be back to his own ways. Giggles and smiles. Just counting down the days until vaccinations are a thing of the past and not part of the future.

How our little boy passed out from the trauma. Look at those Band-aids.