A. Well, we went to the pediatrician’s office for Lila’s checkup. (I continue to call it the, “vet’s office” thanks to Ferg. I also have a habit of calling nursing homes, “funeral homes.” I know. It’s bad.) That said, going to the pediatrician’s office is turning out to be a high-stress situation for me.
Because I go in there with a chip on my shoulder; like a UFC fighter about to take to the octagon. (That simile was for you, husband.) If the doctor happens to offer suggestions regarding how to parent Lila, I immediately get defensive.
Is the pediatrician accusatory in any way?
Is she rude?
Is she merely offering suggestions?
I just generally reject the advice of anyone in the medical field until I find adequate information that solidifies their suggestion. (Ask, C. I do this constantly. Rarely will I ever fill a prescription. Nope, I will endure discomfort so that I might research said prescription. I will then fill it if I deem it necessary. I merely go to the doctor to confirm that my diagnosis was correct.)
So anywho, if the pediatrician happens to say, “Wow! She’s a big girl,” I immediately think, “No. She’s not. She’s perfect. She’s no larger than an average child her age. Are you saying she’s freakishly large? Step off.”
Poor Lila. At least she will learn that Mommy always, I mean always has her back.
Q. So for real, how was the Dr.’s appointment?
A. Stupendous. It was the first time Lila didn’t scream and she seems to be a little above average in terms of her cabeza size (head), her weight and her length. (They measure her using the metric system. Dear America, why-oh-why didn’t you make us learn and implement the flippin’ metric system? Now, when the doctor tells me my baby weighs 6.5 kilos I immediately think of cocaine and have to bust out the blackberry calculator conversion tool to see how many pounds she weighs.)
I still can’t believe I have a tall baby.
We’ll be doing more vaccines on Thursday. (I love that our pediatrician follows the American Academy of Pediatrics and the CDC’s vaccination schedules, however, she lets us do them in our own time. Less shots at once. I love that.)
Q. Did Lila do anything fun this week?
A. Yes. She found her feet and rumor has it, she likes them.
Q. Anything else?
A. YES! (Gasp!) Yesterday morning, we found her in her crib sleeping.on.her.stomach.
>>Insert another audible gasp>>
(The current infant sleeping law states that children must sleep on their backs in order to reduce the risk/prevent the occurrence of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome – SIDS.)
I’m not sure how I feel about this, but let’s just say that I’ll be watching Lila on the ‘ole video monitor THAT much more closely.
Q. At this point, how’s parenting going?
A. I feel like we’re really in our groove. Lila’s definitely out of the, “Be-careful-you’re-going-to-break-her” stage and has entered the, “Well-hello-there-very-small-member-of-our-family” stage. She’s a pleasure to have around.
And she smiles.
All the time.
(When she’s not crying or utilizing her new and effective, “scream/cry”, of course.)
Ok, here are some pictures from the week.
Lila enjoyed her laundry basket ride from the laundry room to our bedroom.
And here’s Lila in her jumperoo. She adores it. So much so, that even when she’s in a bad mood she cannot.stop.jumping.
My favorite picture of the week.
And, my favorite outfit of the week.