Jacob's 2 month appointment
I took both boys with me to Dr. Modi's today. The oldest one was quite perturbed by this and insisted that he did NOT want to visit "Doctor Mooney's office", presumably still scarred from how horrible she was at his 2-year visit, putting her stethoscope all over him and how DARE we put him naked on that scale? But I told him over and over and over and over that this was Jacob's appointment and not his. He didn't actually get the idea until Dr. Modi came in and started poking on Jacob, and then he was more than happy to discuss with her Woody and Buzz and the activities in which they were engaged, as pictured on the posters on her walls.
Jacob is healthy as a horse, as expected. He has now scarfed down enough helpings at the boobie to weigh an ungodly 15 lbs 1-1/2 oz, and has grown lengthwise aNOther 2 inches to measure 25 1/2" in total. Both his height and weight are above the 95th percentile. Whereas with Isaac my in-laws accused me of tainting my breast milk with valium, since he was guaranteed to nod off at every feeding, I think this time around there must be some growth hormone slipping through the boobie filter. It's okay, really. His future NBA career is momma's lottery ticket outta here.
My poor baby got three shots today, his first DTaP, HiB, and PCV ones. He screamed. I pretended like my smothering his precious squooshy little face with kisses made him feel better. Dr. Modi flat-out insisted that I keep him doped up on Tylenol for the first 24 hours to help avoid soreness in his precious little leg-chub. No fevers or reactions of any kind yet, and both monsters are snoozing happily in their respective beds.
Jacob is healthy as a horse, as expected. He has now scarfed down enough helpings at the boobie to weigh an ungodly 15 lbs 1-1/2 oz, and has grown lengthwise aNOther 2 inches to measure 25 1/2" in total. Both his height and weight are above the 95th percentile. Whereas with Isaac my in-laws accused me of tainting my breast milk with valium, since he was guaranteed to nod off at every feeding, I think this time around there must be some growth hormone slipping through the boobie filter. It's okay, really. His future NBA career is momma's lottery ticket outta here.
My poor baby got three shots today, his first DTaP, HiB, and PCV ones. He screamed. I pretended like my smothering his precious squooshy little face with kisses made him feel better. Dr. Modi flat-out insisted that I keep him doped up on Tylenol for the first 24 hours to help avoid soreness in his precious little leg-chub. No fevers or reactions of any kind yet, and both monsters are snoozing happily in their respective beds.
posted by Claire at 1:52 PM
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You can imagine that Isaac is rather used to hearing Jacob screaming from just hanging around the house with him, so much so that you can ask him "What's Jacob doing?" and more often than not you will get "He's cry-ning." This is not to say that Jacob is an extremely fussy man, just that he's a baby and that babies cry. I am actually quite surprised at times that, even over the loudest of Jacob-screams, Isaac is completely unfazed and often tries to have a conversation with me.
So when Jacob was screaming from is shots, Isaac wasn't even paying attention. He was too busy trying to put a rocket squirt gun, borrowed from the waiting room, into one of Dr. Modi's cabinets. While the nurse was giving Jacob's shots, Isaac was playing a game with us: "Where's rocket, mommy? I don know!"
I don't think Isaac remembers getting shots. The last shot he had was his flu shot in October.
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