Sasha had her 2 1/2 year exam today. She was quite prepared for it. Months of playing with her doctor set, pretending that she was a doctor helped. I also let her know the day before in advance that "Tomorrow, you will go see the doctor!". She seemed to understand. We also let her know when she woke up in the morning, and when we were on the way. "First, we are going to McDonalds, then we will go see the doctor!".
So yeah, she was very ready.
She loves to play in the waiting area so she had a little fun with that. When we were escorted to the exam room, the nurse wanted her to take off her clothes and step on the scale in just her underwear and t-shirt. Sasha loves stepping on the scale at home too, so she was a pro at the scale. She did not, however, like it at all when the nurse tried to get her height. After a few protests, the nurse had to take her height the old fashioned way, by laying Sasha down on the exam table, drawing pencil marks at the top of Sasha's head and feet on the paper, and measuring the marks.
Sasha weighed 27lbs and was 37 inches tall. Yay. For a child who once had low weight issues, she's back on track. Her growth chart looked like a big "S", but we're back on the upswing and all caught up. She's even ahead on height, so maybe this girl got lucky and got her height from her tall daddy instead of her short mommy.
The doctor examined Sasha and all is well. Nothing new with the umbilical hernia. The plan is still to hope it closes on it's own by age 4-5, otherwise surgery will be required.
The pediatrician was concerned that Sasha drinks too much milk and doesn't eat enough iron-rich foods, so we had another blood iron test. Sasha's blood iron was fine, fortunately. No anemia. Not sure how she isn't anemic but I suppose it might be the Flintstone's vitamins helping :)
Sasha had a hepatitis vaccination and didn't cry one bit! I am amazed. She was just fine with the shot, and was happy to have a band-aid.
A few hours after the vaccine, Sasha got very crabby. She never naps anymore but we finally had to put her down for a nap.
Showing posts with label doctor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label doctor. Show all posts
30 March 2009
07 November 2008
Doc Visit
Tuesday morning, Sasha had a follow-up visit for her flu shot. Apparently the first time a young child is given a flu vaccine, they split the vaccine in half. She received the first half at her two-year exam. Her Tuesday appointment was for the second half.
As we drove to the doctor's office, I explained to Sasha that we were going to go visit the doctor. "See doctor!" she repeated. She remembered the doctor from her last visit. I told her that the doctor would give her a small owie but that he would give her a bandaid. She said "owie" and "bandaid".
My husband and I were glad to see that the doctor intended to investigate our concerns about Sasha's belly button before he would give the second shot.
Sasha burrowed her face into my husband's shoulder when the doc first entered the room. This was the male pediatrician. There are two pediatricians in this office and Sasha is usually really bashful with the male doc. But eventually she warmed up to him and she did really well! She let him examine her belly button. She let him listen to her breathing and heart with the stethescope. No complaints. He also looked in her ears.
He told us that she did indeed have an umbilical hernia. That it is okay that it showed up so late in her life (usually we hear about them showing up in newborns or before age one). Usually umbilical hernias fix themselves. With female children, the doc says he prefers that umbilical hernias should be left to heal themselves because if they are surgically repaired, they can cause problems later when a female child grows up and becomes pregnant. The repairs are stronger when left to nature to fix. He said that an umbilical hernia is not like a regular hernia. There is rarely any danger in them.
The pediatrician then left and the nurse came in. The same awesome nurse Sasha had last time. There is something special about this nurse, in that Sasha immediately warms up to her like an old friend. Sasha said "hi!" to her. She willingly laid down on the exam table to let the nurse give her the owie and bandaid. Sasha demanded her band-aid after the shot.
Then we were done! I was very impressed with how well Sasha did. There was almost no fussing, other than the wimpers during the shot itself, which is to be expected.
As we drove to the doctor's office, I explained to Sasha that we were going to go visit the doctor. "See doctor!" she repeated. She remembered the doctor from her last visit. I told her that the doctor would give her a small owie but that he would give her a bandaid. She said "owie" and "bandaid".
My husband and I were glad to see that the doctor intended to investigate our concerns about Sasha's belly button before he would give the second shot.
Sasha burrowed her face into my husband's shoulder when the doc first entered the room. This was the male pediatrician. There are two pediatricians in this office and Sasha is usually really bashful with the male doc. But eventually she warmed up to him and she did really well! She let him examine her belly button. She let him listen to her breathing and heart with the stethescope. No complaints. He also looked in her ears.
He told us that she did indeed have an umbilical hernia. That it is okay that it showed up so late in her life (usually we hear about them showing up in newborns or before age one). Usually umbilical hernias fix themselves. With female children, the doc says he prefers that umbilical hernias should be left to heal themselves because if they are surgically repaired, they can cause problems later when a female child grows up and becomes pregnant. The repairs are stronger when left to nature to fix. He said that an umbilical hernia is not like a regular hernia. There is rarely any danger in them.
The pediatrician then left and the nurse came in. The same awesome nurse Sasha had last time. There is something special about this nurse, in that Sasha immediately warms up to her like an old friend. Sasha said "hi!" to her. She willingly laid down on the exam table to let the nurse give her the owie and bandaid. Sasha demanded her band-aid after the shot.
Then we were done! I was very impressed with how well Sasha did. There was almost no fussing, other than the wimpers during the shot itself, which is to be expected.
01 October 2008
2 year appointment
Sasha had her two-year old doctor appointment today.
In the past, Sasha has had weight troubles. At her last doctor appointment, she had weighed in at below the third percentile for her age.
Fortunately, it appears our troubles are gone for now. Praise chocolate milk and brown rice!
Sasha weighed 24.5 lbs, which was the 25th percentile according to our doctor's charts.
She is 35.4 inches tall, which is the 50th percentile.
So she's doing great with her weight! Now I can concentrate on getting nutritious food into her, instead of a 'food at all costs' free for all like it has been the past few months. Basically, if Sasha would eat it, if it had calories she could have it. Now we can afford to start getting picky again.
The appointment went well. We almost overslept, so we had to rush really quickly to the office. We were late. My husband didn't have time to shower so he had to stay home. I know he really wanted to be there with us. He feels like Sasha needs him, especially when it comes to shots and he wants to be there for her.
I talked to Sasha in the waiting room and explained to her that she was seeing The Doctor, and I tried to explain a little of what she could expect. That The Doctor would look in her ears and her eyes and her nose and would listen to her heart. I think she understood a little.
So when the nurse came into the exam room, Sasha did not get upset at all. This was a new nurse. Well, we've never seen her before. This nurse was wonderful! The nurse gave Sasha easy to understand commands, and Sasha obeyed. She told Sasha to sit on the scale, so Sasha did. When the nurse told Sasha to lay down to be measured, Sasha happily complied.
Bloodwork needed to be done for anemia and lead testing, and a tb test. The nurse said it's easier to take blood from a child's toe than a finger. She washed Sasha's feet (which Sasha loved!) and gave Sasha a book to read. Sasha read the book and didn't care at all that the nurse just jabbed her toe with a needle and milked it for blood. For the TB test, the nurse told Sasha that she was putting a bubble on Sasha's skin. Sasha loves bubbles, so she was fine with that. She watched the nurse put the needle under her skin, and with no objections observed her new bubble. She proudly showed it to us. Not a single tear shed. Damn that nurse was good.
The doctor came in next. Sasha was fine with the doctor and her inspections. She gave the doctor a cheerful "Hi Doctor!".
I addressed my concerns with the doctor. I was concerned about Sasha's abdomen. Her belly button turned from an innie to an outie with all her weight gain, and Sasha has been constipated. She screams and cries whenever she goes poop. The doctor dismissed my concerns.
More shots. This time, vaccines. The nurse returned to give Sasha two shots, both in the upper legs. I had to hold Sasha down while the nurse gave the vaccinations, and this time Sasha cried, because they hurt. The nurse put bandaids on the owies, and Sasha was again happy. She pointed out her owies and her bandaids and even called them her "Sasha's pwize" (prize). Bandaids made it all better.
My husband sent me some text messages when it was vaccine time. He felt like he wanted to be there for Sasha. He said he felt as though she was upset. Those two have a special bond.
In the past, Sasha has had weight troubles. At her last doctor appointment, she had weighed in at below the third percentile for her age.
Fortunately, it appears our troubles are gone for now. Praise chocolate milk and brown rice!
Sasha weighed 24.5 lbs, which was the 25th percentile according to our doctor's charts.
She is 35.4 inches tall, which is the 50th percentile.
So she's doing great with her weight! Now I can concentrate on getting nutritious food into her, instead of a 'food at all costs' free for all like it has been the past few months. Basically, if Sasha would eat it, if it had calories she could have it. Now we can afford to start getting picky again.
The appointment went well. We almost overslept, so we had to rush really quickly to the office. We were late. My husband didn't have time to shower so he had to stay home. I know he really wanted to be there with us. He feels like Sasha needs him, especially when it comes to shots and he wants to be there for her.
I talked to Sasha in the waiting room and explained to her that she was seeing The Doctor, and I tried to explain a little of what she could expect. That The Doctor would look in her ears and her eyes and her nose and would listen to her heart. I think she understood a little.
So when the nurse came into the exam room, Sasha did not get upset at all. This was a new nurse. Well, we've never seen her before. This nurse was wonderful! The nurse gave Sasha easy to understand commands, and Sasha obeyed. She told Sasha to sit on the scale, so Sasha did. When the nurse told Sasha to lay down to be measured, Sasha happily complied.
Bloodwork needed to be done for anemia and lead testing, and a tb test. The nurse said it's easier to take blood from a child's toe than a finger. She washed Sasha's feet (which Sasha loved!) and gave Sasha a book to read. Sasha read the book and didn't care at all that the nurse just jabbed her toe with a needle and milked it for blood. For the TB test, the nurse told Sasha that she was putting a bubble on Sasha's skin. Sasha loves bubbles, so she was fine with that. She watched the nurse put the needle under her skin, and with no objections observed her new bubble. She proudly showed it to us. Not a single tear shed. Damn that nurse was good.
The doctor came in next. Sasha was fine with the doctor and her inspections. She gave the doctor a cheerful "Hi Doctor!".
I addressed my concerns with the doctor. I was concerned about Sasha's abdomen. Her belly button turned from an innie to an outie with all her weight gain, and Sasha has been constipated. She screams and cries whenever she goes poop. The doctor dismissed my concerns.
More shots. This time, vaccines. The nurse returned to give Sasha two shots, both in the upper legs. I had to hold Sasha down while the nurse gave the vaccinations, and this time Sasha cried, because they hurt. The nurse put bandaids on the owies, and Sasha was again happy. She pointed out her owies and her bandaids and even called them her "Sasha's pwize" (prize). Bandaids made it all better.
My husband sent me some text messages when it was vaccine time. He felt like he wanted to be there for Sasha. He said he felt as though she was upset. Those two have a special bond.
18 March 2008
18-month Well Baby Exam
We had Sasha's 18-month well baby exam today.
She weighed in at 19lbs 7oz, and is now 31 inches long.
She grew an inch in height, and gained 7oz since her last weight check. She was 18lb 8oz at her 15 month well-baby exam so she's gained just an ounce short of a pound since then. Yay! I was hoping that she had gained more than that but oh well. She's still at the 3rd percentile for weight, and she's halfway between the 25th and 50th percentile for height according to the doctor's charts. I'll have to look up her height and weight for age on the World Health Organization (WHO) charts as our pediatrician is not using those.
Sasha fell asleep in the car on the way to the doctor's office and was sound asleep as I carried her in. So she had a rude awakening when she was in the exam room and we started undressing her. She waved hello to the mean nurse. (She's not mean, but she's the one that ALWAYS gives Sasha the shots so Sasha is very suspicious of her). She's been more sociable lately so I wasn't surprised although my husband thought Sasha would hate the nurse on sight.
Sasha protested during the weight, height, and head measurements. She kept yelling "BYE BYE!" at the nurse, as if to say "go away!". The nurse left, and after a few minutes the doctor came in. We had the female doctor this exam and Sasha said "Hi!" to her a few times.
The doctor mostly talked at first, then she did a thorough exam, which Sasha did not like. The doctor listened to Sasha's chest with a stethoscope, stuck a popsicle stick down Sasha's throat until she gagged, and felt Sasha's spine and head. Again Sasha started yelling "BYE BYE!" at the doctor between sobs.
The doc discussed the foods and drinks that Sasha consumes. She told us to cut back on Sasha's juice intake, as she believes it will help Sasha to eat more. Made sense to me actually. She asked us how much milk/dairy Sasha had a day and said she should get between 16-24oz a day but not more than that.
Then it was time for the shots. We had a dtp and a polio shot. One in each leg. I held Sasha down for those shots and my husband cringed at each one. For this exam, we did what we usually do. I was the parent that held her down for all the mean stuff, and my husband was the one who picked her up and comforted her afterwards. He got to be the good guy and I was the bad guy.
Sasha slept well when she got home. She was cranky in the evening and went to bed earlier than I thought she would. But otherwise no other effects from the immunizations.
We will be going back for a weight check in 3 months, otherwise she won't have another well-baby exam until she's 2.
She weighed in at 19lbs 7oz, and is now 31 inches long.
She grew an inch in height, and gained 7oz since her last weight check. She was 18lb 8oz at her 15 month well-baby exam so she's gained just an ounce short of a pound since then. Yay! I was hoping that she had gained more than that but oh well. She's still at the 3rd percentile for weight, and she's halfway between the 25th and 50th percentile for height according to the doctor's charts. I'll have to look up her height and weight for age on the World Health Organization (WHO) charts as our pediatrician is not using those.
Sasha fell asleep in the car on the way to the doctor's office and was sound asleep as I carried her in. So she had a rude awakening when she was in the exam room and we started undressing her. She waved hello to the mean nurse. (She's not mean, but she's the one that ALWAYS gives Sasha the shots so Sasha is very suspicious of her). She's been more sociable lately so I wasn't surprised although my husband thought Sasha would hate the nurse on sight.
Sasha protested during the weight, height, and head measurements. She kept yelling "BYE BYE!" at the nurse, as if to say "go away!". The nurse left, and after a few minutes the doctor came in. We had the female doctor this exam and Sasha said "Hi!" to her a few times.
The doctor mostly talked at first, then she did a thorough exam, which Sasha did not like. The doctor listened to Sasha's chest with a stethoscope, stuck a popsicle stick down Sasha's throat until she gagged, and felt Sasha's spine and head. Again Sasha started yelling "BYE BYE!" at the doctor between sobs.
The doc discussed the foods and drinks that Sasha consumes. She told us to cut back on Sasha's juice intake, as she believes it will help Sasha to eat more. Made sense to me actually. She asked us how much milk/dairy Sasha had a day and said she should get between 16-24oz a day but not more than that.
Then it was time for the shots. We had a dtp and a polio shot. One in each leg. I held Sasha down for those shots and my husband cringed at each one. For this exam, we did what we usually do. I was the parent that held her down for all the mean stuff, and my husband was the one who picked her up and comforted her afterwards. He got to be the good guy and I was the bad guy.
Sasha slept well when she got home. She was cranky in the evening and went to bed earlier than I thought she would. But otherwise no other effects from the immunizations.
We will be going back for a weight check in 3 months, otherwise she won't have another well-baby exam until she's 2.
25 January 2008
Follow up exam
We had Sasha's follow up exam on Monday. The exam where we re-weighed her and checked her iron levels for any anemia or nutritional deficiencies.
She gained weight! She's up to 19lbs. She has good iron levels in her blood. She's been given a clean bill of health. If she is skinny, she's just a skinny little girl, but at least she's a healthy skinny girl.
I am relieved.
We are still going to make more effort to push foods on her, although honestly we were doing that all along.
She gained weight! She's up to 19lbs. She has good iron levels in her blood. She's been given a clean bill of health. If she is skinny, she's just a skinny little girl, but at least she's a healthy skinny girl.
I am relieved.
We are still going to make more effort to push foods on her, although honestly we were doing that all along.
22 December 2007
15 Month Well Baby Exam
We had Sasha's routine 15 Month Well Baby Exam on Tuesday.
In her past exams, she usually started crying the moment she sees the nurse. The nurse at the pediatrician's office is the same nurse she sees every visit from the time she was a week old onward, so she recognizes her as bad news. This time, Sasha didn't cry immediately upon seeing her and was mostly cordial at first. We stripped her down to her diaper and she was amused with that. She likes to play with her belly button, so any time she's got no shirt on, she's a happy belly-button picking girl. Sasha also found the scale in the exam room to be a fun toy. She liked to step on and off of it like it was a fun wobbly step. When the nurse came back in the room, Sasha happily stepped on the scale for her. The nurse seemed confused at the weight, 19lbs, and decided to try to weigh Sasha on the scale in the other exam room. That other scale is the scale Sasha had always been weighed on in previous visits and was the baby scale... you know the kind that weighs in pounds and ounces and sits on a tabletop.
The baby scale said Sasha weighed 18lbs 8oz. This was concerning. At her 12 month exam, Sasha weighed 18lbs 14oz. This meant she lost weight instead of a gain. Not good. Sasha doesn't seem to have gained much weight since she was 9 months old.
I've had a difficult time transitioning Sasha to solids, as I've mentioned in previous posts. She kept refusing to eat. Only in the last three weeks has Sasha shown even the slightest interest in solid foods. So I wasn't surprised at the low weight but I wasn't expecting a weight loss.
The nurse measured Sasha's height, and she did gain an inch of height. She is now 30 inches long. Sasha protested the height measurement process by screaming and crying.
The nurse left and the doctor came in the room. He was very upset about the weight loss and about Sasha's weight. According to his growth charts, Sasha is now below the third percentile in weight for her age. He kept saying "No this is not good". He started insisting that I wean Sasha from breastfeeding and implied that nursing is no longer a good source of nutrition for a toddler after a year of age, and that nursing ruins her appetite. I'm not sure what to think of his statement, but I gues that's for another post. He said that Sasha is malnourished, that we were retarding her brain development, and kept saying "This is not good".
Usually, the next pediatric exam wouldn't be until 18 months, but he wants to see her in one month to do a more thorough evaluation of her weight and nutritional status. He is going to do some bloodwork on her at that exam to check if she is anemic or if she has any malnutritional deficiencies.
The doctor continued his examination, under much protest from Sasha. He is very thorough in his examinations. He checked her abdomen, bones, joints, fontanelle status, and had us make her walk so he could observe her gait. All that was good.
They wanted to administer two shots at this visit, the mmr shot, and the chicken pox vaccination. The MMR shot has my husband nervous, with all the accusations of links to autism, but we did allow her to receive the shot. I refused the chicken pox vaccine. I suppose I could write a separate post on that but it is not required by law and I would prefer she get the chicken pox instead of the vaccine.
After the shots, the visit was complete. Sasha was quite mad at that mmr shot. I know it hurt. We set up an appointment for one month from now, and for her 18 month well baby exam. We shall see how her weight is at her evaluation next month.
19 June 2007
9-Month Well Baby Exam
It seems like it's been forever since our last doctor visit! Sasha last had a doctor visit at 6 months, then nothing until 9 months. Well, actually, she did have a 'visit' when we took her in when she was constipated at about 7 months, but that wasn't a well baby visit that time though, just trying to figure out why she hadn't poo'ed in a week. It really did seem disconcerting to not have those monthly height and weight statistics that let me know how she was growing. We tried meaurements at home, but when we measured her length, it seemed to indicate she was still 27 inches long and only 17lbs...so no height increase and only a 1lb increase in 3 months. And that was a scary thought. I went into this appointment fearing my baby had not grown.
Sasha was happy at first arrival at her appointment, but once we sat her on the exam table she seemed to understand right away what was going on and she voiced her displeasure loudly. The nurse, same nurse as every other appointment, is never going to see another Sasha smile again I fear. Sasha recognizes her as the bad woman who does all the mean stuff. She immediately started in on a flurry of baby torture and Sasha screamed the whole time. She had us take off all the baby clothes, weighed her (sitting on the scale like a big girl!), took her height measurements. She stuck Sasha's big right toe with a needle, squeezed the toe repeatedly and milked it for blood for an iron test and a lead test. Sasha's iron levels were in the normal range. It was 11.2 but I don't know what the units are for that measurement. Apparently they like to see those iron levels between 11 and 14 so she's doing good. Hurray for cheerios- her biggest source of iron.
Dad was antsy during all the baby torture. He just wanted to sweep Sasha up and give her a big hug but we had agreed that I would be the bad mommy. The one that held her down for the shots. The one getting the "et tu, Brute?" expression from those sweet little crying blue eyes. And he would be her knight in shining armor to pick her up, wipe the tears from her eyes, and snuggle her comfortingly. So we kept him out of site for the bad stuff until it was all over and he had to bite his fingernails in the corner until then. Daddy emerged as the hero. In Sasha's eyes, Daddy made it all better.
At least, until the doctor came in. She calmed down between the nurse visit and the doctor visit, but not completely. Once the doc entered, she started back up again. Something about the exam table sent her into hysterics. I have to say her ped is very thorough when he examines babies. He checks her belly, hip joints, knees, ankles, fontanelle, etc.. I really like and trust her pediatrician...with the life of my baby girl.
All in all, she is healthy. 18lbs 2oz. 27 inches long..so she did gain weight and height! She is down to 65 percentile in height and still at about 50% in weight according to the ped's charts. (I will probably look those stats up in the WHO charts as he does not appear to be using those). He is unconcerned with her not crawling...she'll do that any day now I know. She is army crawling and able to start getting up on all fours so I know it'll happen any moment now.
Our pediatrician is happy we are making our own baby food and says to continue with that and with breastfeeding. We mentioned our concerns about how Sasha has started cutting back on her milk and food consumption. He said that is ok. He is happy with her weight and height and says he doesn't want her to get fat, she's right where he wants her to be.
Sasha was happy at first arrival at her appointment, but once we sat her on the exam table she seemed to understand right away what was going on and she voiced her displeasure loudly. The nurse, same nurse as every other appointment, is never going to see another Sasha smile again I fear. Sasha recognizes her as the bad woman who does all the mean stuff. She immediately started in on a flurry of baby torture and Sasha screamed the whole time. She had us take off all the baby clothes, weighed her (sitting on the scale like a big girl!), took her height measurements. She stuck Sasha's big right toe with a needle, squeezed the toe repeatedly and milked it for blood for an iron test and a lead test. Sasha's iron levels were in the normal range. It was 11.2 but I don't know what the units are for that measurement. Apparently they like to see those iron levels between 11 and 14 so she's doing good. Hurray for cheerios- her biggest source of iron.
Dad was antsy during all the baby torture. He just wanted to sweep Sasha up and give her a big hug but we had agreed that I would be the bad mommy. The one that held her down for the shots. The one getting the "et tu, Brute?" expression from those sweet little crying blue eyes. And he would be her knight in shining armor to pick her up, wipe the tears from her eyes, and snuggle her comfortingly. So we kept him out of site for the bad stuff until it was all over and he had to bite his fingernails in the corner until then. Daddy emerged as the hero. In Sasha's eyes, Daddy made it all better.
At least, until the doctor came in. She calmed down between the nurse visit and the doctor visit, but not completely. Once the doc entered, she started back up again. Something about the exam table sent her into hysterics. I have to say her ped is very thorough when he examines babies. He checks her belly, hip joints, knees, ankles, fontanelle, etc.. I really like and trust her pediatrician...with the life of my baby girl.
All in all, she is healthy. 18lbs 2oz. 27 inches long..so she did gain weight and height! She is down to 65 percentile in height and still at about 50% in weight according to the ped's charts. (I will probably look those stats up in the WHO charts as he does not appear to be using those). He is unconcerned with her not crawling...she'll do that any day now I know. She is army crawling and able to start getting up on all fours so I know it'll happen any moment now.
Our pediatrician is happy we are making our own baby food and says to continue with that and with breastfeeding. We mentioned our concerns about how Sasha has started cutting back on her milk and food consumption. He said that is ok. He is happy with her weight and height and says he doesn't want her to get fat, she's right where he wants her to be.
21 March 2007
6 month check up
Pictured above, Sasha litters the ground with her bears. It's not as bad as it looks.
Wednesday, March 21st, 2007, 3:39 am
So today was the big 6-month check-up with Sasha's pediatrician. First let me say I love both of her pediatricians. She has two, really. Well the office we go to has two and sometimes she sees one, sometimes the other. Both are great.
Today we saw Dr R, a female doctor. There is something special about her. She is the only person in that office that can walk into the exam room that Sasha doesn't start screaming at immediately on sight. Sasha has a pretty good case of stranger anxiety that came on during her 5 month check-up. Personally I think she remembers that these are the people that give her those nasty shots in the leg.
So the nurse walked us into an exam room and Sasha shot her a few glares along the way. It's always the same nurse every visit and Sasha knows that nurse means to give her shots. The nurse had us strip Sasha down for her height and weight checks and left the room for us to do so. We finished quickly and had a few minutes to spare. Sasha filled that time by delightedly playing with the window blinds. The moment the nurse walked into the door to start the measurements, Sasha started her yelling.
She weighs 15lbs8oz, and is 27 inches long. She is at 50 percentile for weight and 90 percentile for height. DH and I were highly amused by this. She's our little string bean just like her Daddy. I think we both were hoping she inherited his height. Somehow these measurements seemed to affirm to us that yes, she would be tall like her daddy, not short like her mother.
The nurse left the room and we tried to comfort Sasha. She wouldn't stop crying but stared longingly at the blinds. I let her start playing with the window blinds again and she cheered right back up. When the doctor entered the room, Sasha couldn't be bothered to stop playing with the blinds. She just stared suspiciously at Dr R and returned to her playing. As I said earlier, it is amazing that she doesn't cry at Dr R...she sure screams at the other doctor in the office. But this time, I could actually hold a conversation with the ped, which was nice. Sasha only started her crying after Dr R started her intrusive examinations like looking in her ear, poking on her belly, checking her hip joints and arms and spine. All good.
Dr R said we can start solids. She said to start with cereals for a week, then go on to vegetables and cereal for the second week. On the third week she said to start fruits and cereals. So like, on the second week she means that two meals a day, one meal a veggie and one meal a cereal. On the third week try two or three meals a day of cereals and fruits. I mentioned that I was making my own baby food and she was okay with that.
Then it was time for the shot...only one this time! Sasha cried the moment the nurse came in the room to give it to her. My heart didn't sink quite as bad at having to hold her leg for the shot. Sasha still shot me a whithering "et tu, brute?" look that made me feel like I was the meanest, most horrible mother in the world. Somehow I didn't take it as hard as the previous months. The nurse left and I calmed Sasha down by nursing her until she bit me. I deserved that. It reminded me that I didn't ask the ped about that darned biting problem but I didn't feel like chasing her down and I felt like the worst was over anyways.
I can't believe 6 months have passed by already. We don't have to go to the ped until 9 months now.
10 March 2007
Sick Baby and one long day
Yesterday was quite eventful, to say the least. I came home from work at 6am and noticed my darling 6-month old daughter Sasha was warm. My dear husband had been telling me all night that she was especially crabby, and wouldn't sleep, therefore I had a tired crabby baby and husband on my hands. As I snuggled up to Sasha, I realized she seemed especially warm...warmer than usual. I took her axial temperature and it was elevated, about 100F degrees. DH and I discussed whether to take her to the doctor or not. I was supposed to have a training class/meeting at work from noon until 4pm, plus I had to work at night. We decided that we didn't think the 100F temperature warranted a doctor visit quite yet. Instead we would observe her.
I nursed her to sleep and we took our nap. I woke up about 2 hours later and Sasha was burning up. I took her temperature and it had elevated to 101.1F. She seemed to be quite unhappy so I decided to call her doctor's office. They asked me if I had given her baby tylenol yet. Frankly, the thought hadn't even crossed my mind. It's been so long since I've taken care of a sick baby.. At least 12 years. Sasha hadn't been sick ever so I just wasn't thinking. But now that they brought up the idea of tylenol, it sounded good to me, except when was I going to find the time to go to the drugstore to buy some? They said they would be able to see Sasha at 10:45am so we agreed to an appointment with the doctor at that time. That gave us 1.5 hours to snuggle.
I took my poor sick baby to the doctor's office and the moment Sasha saw the nurse she started wailing and screaming. She's had a lot of stranger anxiety lately. I thought she was too young for it but I guess she thought otherwise. The same thing happened with her 5 month doctor visit. She cried at the sight of the nurse and doctor at that too. So again, this visit was conducted over the cries and wails of an upset baby Sasha.
The doctor checked her out and concluded it was just the flu, and why don't I give her some baby tylenol?
I considered stopping at the drug store to buy some baby tylenol on the way home, but the thought of taking Sasha into and out of her car seat one more time just didn't sound like a good idea. Instead I went home, nursed Sasha, and had barely enough time to get myself ready and out the door for my work meeting.
The class let me out at 2pm instead of 4pm, so I was able to get the baby's medicine on the way home from work.
I got about 5 more hours of sleep in before I had to report to work that night. DH noted that he wasn't feeling well and started showing signs of getting the flu as well. Cassie was the first one to get it and I was just recovered with my round of it. Oh well, looks like more fun in store for us in the near future as baby and dh fight it.
I nursed her to sleep and we took our nap. I woke up about 2 hours later and Sasha was burning up. I took her temperature and it had elevated to 101.1F. She seemed to be quite unhappy so I decided to call her doctor's office. They asked me if I had given her baby tylenol yet. Frankly, the thought hadn't even crossed my mind. It's been so long since I've taken care of a sick baby.. At least 12 years. Sasha hadn't been sick ever so I just wasn't thinking. But now that they brought up the idea of tylenol, it sounded good to me, except when was I going to find the time to go to the drugstore to buy some? They said they would be able to see Sasha at 10:45am so we agreed to an appointment with the doctor at that time. That gave us 1.5 hours to snuggle.
I took my poor sick baby to the doctor's office and the moment Sasha saw the nurse she started wailing and screaming. She's had a lot of stranger anxiety lately. I thought she was too young for it but I guess she thought otherwise. The same thing happened with her 5 month doctor visit. She cried at the sight of the nurse and doctor at that too. So again, this visit was conducted over the cries and wails of an upset baby Sasha.
The doctor checked her out and concluded it was just the flu, and why don't I give her some baby tylenol?
I considered stopping at the drug store to buy some baby tylenol on the way home, but the thought of taking Sasha into and out of her car seat one more time just didn't sound like a good idea. Instead I went home, nursed Sasha, and had barely enough time to get myself ready and out the door for my work meeting.
The class let me out at 2pm instead of 4pm, so I was able to get the baby's medicine on the way home from work.
I got about 5 more hours of sleep in before I had to report to work that night. DH noted that he wasn't feeling well and started showing signs of getting the flu as well. Cassie was the first one to get it and I was just recovered with my round of it. Oh well, looks like more fun in store for us in the near future as baby and dh fight it.
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