My Girl

The Girl had her 2 month check up on Monday.

I think she's wonderful, but then, I am her mother.  Of course, I think she's grand.  But it's always so reassuring, so lovely to hear from medical professionals when they're impressed by your baby.  She's mellow and sweet, and they all noticed that.  And she's promising to be just as healthy as her brother is.  I sometimes feel a little guilty that my chickadees are so healthy, I know so many wonderful mothers who struggle with health problems in their kids.  Maybe guilty isn't the right word...mildly embarrassed.  But I have to say, also profoundly relieved.

She's squarely in the 50th percentile for height and weight, 75th percentile for head size, which, you know...pretty typical in our family.

She was NOT happy about the shots.  I told Chris, I have NEVER heard her scream like that, in fact, I have never heard ANY baby scream like that.  She held her breath until she was beet red and gasping, and even when it was all over and done with and I pulled out some human comfort for her, she would latch on and then pull back to scream in indignation all over again.  This went on for 10 minutes until she finally calmed down enough to dress her.

It was just as horrific as it was with the Boy.  I thought the second time around might be easier, but it wasn't.  Even for good reasons, it still hurts when someone else is hurting my babalah.

(My Sister made that blanket for her.  Bobbles and all!  I didn't even get it washed before she cuddled up to it.  It was in the laundry and she was Fussing (capital F, should be ALL CAPS), so I grabbed it and lay her down and she settled right down.  That's what I call magic.)