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1 month pediatrician visit
May. 22nd, 2002 03:50 pmso she's a perfect length (22.5 inches) and a perfect weight (11 lbs) she grew a half an inch in two weeks and put on 2 lbs (or like James said--the size of two really good steaks, heh)
And her vet said she was just spiffy--so she's NOT too large --I was worried about that since she's bigger than all the other babies we've seen...well almost. She came out of me ready to go to college I swear.
She's healthy and had a shot. We both cried. It was so incredibly sad but necessary. I cry when the cats get shots, of course I'll cry when our baby dear gets shots.
She's apparently NOT colicky according to her vet, she's just a bit gassy and over stimulated (I talk to her a lot, we listen to music and we read a book each day which is not the wrong thing to do at all, she's just got to cry at night to process her life right now). He said we were right on with the gas drops (thanks y'all LJ mommies!!) and the leg exercises and tummy patting. All the nurses said how beautiful she was and told us "good job" And the doc said we were doing a good job too. He's so calming.
We told her doc what happened with me going back in the hospital and the inability to breast feed and asked about vitamins. He said not to worry, she's growing well and very aware so she's doing fine on the formula.
It was such a deal that we came home and had to have a nap. She snacked and passed out on my chest. I passed out with her. It's so much more of a deal to take her to the doctor than it is to go myself (and I HATE doctors). It's always been easy to love others more than myself, to worry for others more than I do for myself (James, the meow crew) but this love for her is sometimes so overwhelming I'm amazed.
I would walk through fire for her and kill anyone who mistreated her. I think I just flipped into mama lion mode. It feels really good.
Ah the princess awakens.
And her vet said she was just spiffy--so she's NOT too large --I was worried about that since she's bigger than all the other babies we've seen...well almost. She came out of me ready to go to college I swear.
She's healthy and had a shot. We both cried. It was so incredibly sad but necessary. I cry when the cats get shots, of course I'll cry when our baby dear gets shots.
She's apparently NOT colicky according to her vet, she's just a bit gassy and over stimulated (I talk to her a lot, we listen to music and we read a book each day which is not the wrong thing to do at all, she's just got to cry at night to process her life right now). He said we were right on with the gas drops (thanks y'all LJ mommies!!) and the leg exercises and tummy patting. All the nurses said how beautiful she was and told us "good job" And the doc said we were doing a good job too. He's so calming.
We told her doc what happened with me going back in the hospital and the inability to breast feed and asked about vitamins. He said not to worry, she's growing well and very aware so she's doing fine on the formula.
It was such a deal that we came home and had to have a nap. She snacked and passed out on my chest. I passed out with her. It's so much more of a deal to take her to the doctor than it is to go myself (and I HATE doctors). It's always been easy to love others more than myself, to worry for others more than I do for myself (James, the meow crew) but this love for her is sometimes so overwhelming I'm amazed.
I would walk through fire for her and kill anyone who mistreated her. I think I just flipped into mama lion mode. It feels really good.
Ah the princess awakens.
