Damn it Momma, that hurt!

Sleeping on the way home
from the mean doctor.

We took Lucy in for her two month check up yesterday.  She's a whopping 24 inches long and weighs 11 pounds 4 ounces.  Per "the" charts she's in the 60% range for weight and in the 95% (or so) for height.  Just as we thought, she's a monster.  The good news is that she'll be able to reach those shelves in the kitchen that I need the step stool to reach.  In addition to being cute, it turns out she'll be handy.

Dr. Robin was pleased with Lucy's progress, her head control, her development and her happy nature.  Well she was happy until she got her shots.  Our poor little peanut had to have multiple vaccines yesterday.  The first was an oral med that Lucy took in as if it were candy.  The nurse laughed and said she'd never seen a baby suck it up so fast.  We're told that Jordan did the same thing, so my guess is that they tell all the parents that their babies are amazing.   I bet they don't think we talk to each other.  It's the same line as how everyone tells us Lucy is pretty.  We know she must be as ugly as they come, but as her parents we just don't see it.

Once, the oral medicine was down there were three more to go, in the form of shots - THREE HUGE NEEDLES.  Dad held Lucy really tight and the nurse set up her station.  She said, "Be ready, the reaction to the first one is shock and then the screaming starts.  It will be over before you know it."  Sure enough, Lucy was stunned during the first shot and as her focus turned towards the leg that had just been stabbed the nurse had the second shot in the other leg and then before I could utter an "it's ok" the final shot was done.  The nurse was great, very efficient and I thought she did an amazing job - it can't be easy to poke a happy baby and have them look at you like "Oh no you didn't!"  Lucy screamed bloody murder but nuzzled in for a soothing mommy hug as soon as the band-aids were applied.   Dad did really well considering he had to hold her during the trauma.  (She was facing out, so there should be no association between daddy and the shots.)  Lucy conked out in the car on the way home.  Sleeping in the car has been rare lately, but this time she was just emotionally done.

one boo boo

For the rest of the night Lucy was off her game.  It was pathetic really - we fed her and then put her on the play mat.  Usually she kicks and talks to the dangling things, but she just laid there and looked at the stuff.  We played with her, but it was sad.  She took her final bottle at 7pm and fell into a baby coma at 7:15 without finishing it.  A quick diaper change, a little more time with the bottle and off to sleep she went. 

I was sure that with such an early bed time that she'd be up at midnight and then again at 3 - but she slept like a champ.  I heard her at about 12:30, but she was just "talking" and didn't really wake up until 4.  We were up for an hour after eating and then we stuck her in the swing of sleep and she was out until 7am.  I tried to feed her again before taking her to "school", but she only wanted half of the bottle.  Maybe they'll have better luck feeding her today. 

The only real positive thing about the shots and her being off her game is that she's super snuggly.  She was happy to sit with me and nuzzle her head into my shoulder. LOVE IT.  I'm sure our active baby will return tonight, but a Lucy who needs Momma comfort is a nice thing.