8 Week Pediatric Visit

Who would have thought that I give shots for a living, but when it came to my new baby girl I could not stand it!?!?

This past week Madelyn had her 8 week check up. This is the visit where more vaccines are given and I knew this going into the visit. I worried myself sick over it the entire week before (in fact I teared up a few timees). I wished that children could be distracted the same way my patients can be with lots of...

On the way to the office that morning Chris drove us (thank goodness) and I sat in the back seat trying not to lose it. Can I blame such emotion on postpartum still??? In the office I started to get a sick feeling in my stomach and was not sure if I could make it without vomiting.

Madelyn is now 9 pounds 11 ounces and 22 inches. I could not believe she had not gone over 10 pounds yet! Although it did make me feel better for still squeezing her into newborn diapers...after all the bag says 10 pounds! (I could not let it go that she is graduating to size 1!) The doctor came in a verified that all her developmental stages are going good and then he started to talk about the shots and why they give them. I zoned out and started to tear up. All I could think about is my sweet precious little girl has no idea what is about to happen...if only I could tell her so she will know that it will be alright and we only do this because we love her. I tuned back into the Dr when he said that some moms like to step outside and before he could finish I replied "oh I definitely will be." My heart was heavy handing her over to Chris to hold her down for this trauma. I left the room and started to cry. I headed as far away from the room as possible. I went to the front of the office and the staff was like are you ok?? God must have known what a basket case I would have been if I actually heard her cry because at that moment a mother with her screaming child in a stroller came by and drowned out my child. The nurse came and got me and I found her cradled in her dad's arms, I felt better since she had already stopped crying. Well...that was until I looked at the table and saw a little bit of her blood! I started to cry, poor Chris had to hold us both while we cried again. Finally, I pulled myself together (after all she had survived) and we left. A couple things I learned that morning: my dear husband who hates needles was able to brave them for my sake (thanks honey!) and I would hate to be a pediatric nurse.

Here is my dear Madelyn with her sparkly band aids (that did not make it any better for mommy!!)


She passed out on the way home..


And slept so soundly all day long (even without her swaddle)....

I had to wake her up to feed her and then she went back to sleep. She did run a fever, so we hit up the Tylenol a few times that day. I was at her beck and call all day long, poor thing. She is doing great though, and I am glad that ordeal is over for a couple months!!

BTW we used the last newborn diaper today... I promise I will not buy anymore!