Two Feet Tall & Bulletproof
Yesterday we went to the pediatrician's office for Gabe's 2 month check up. He now weighs 12 lbs 3 ounces (50th percentile) and is 24 and 1/4 inches long (90th %ile). The percentile rankings compare him to other boy babies his age. 50% of them are fatter/heavier than he is and only 10% of them are taller than he is. We're learning alot of new things.
He was a good boy for the doctor. She assessed him and he layed on his tummy, held his head up, smiled, tracked her face visually from side to side, and overall checked out well besides some minor dry skin.
Next, it was time for four, YES I said 4, immunizations. I am so glad Rob was able to be there with us for moral support because it just broke my heart. The nurse assured us that she had 12 years of experience and she'd do it really quick, but he'd receive 2 in each thigh for a total of four shots. Gabe was beginning to doze off and I was so nervous as the nurse prepared the syringes. I held Gabe's hands out of the way...1, 2, 3 GO and just like that she 'stabbed' him in the leg. He began to yell and I began to cry. By the time she gave all four immunizations, placed the Band-aids on and handed Gabe to Daddy, Daddy shushed in his ear and Gabe settled back down and closed his eyes again. We were all amazed and the nurse told us what a sweet baby we had. Rob and I joked in the car on the way home about what a tough kid we have.
He's bulletproof...2 feet tall and bulletproof! The boy certainly has Daddy's pain tolerance and NOT mine. Thank goodness he's not a wuss!
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