Or the thigh? Well, 3 total, actually. And one vaccine by mouth. Monday was Avie’s 2 month check up… and it came with shots. I know there are all kinds of controversies regarding whether to immunize or not, so we’ll just skip that part and get right on to the fact that she got them, and they made for one unhappy little lady. Or, maybe it was just an excuse to cuddle her on the couch once we finally got home, but cuddle we did. I’d like to think it made her feel better, but I think I had rather selfish motives. It made me feel better about the fact that she was fussy and that her little legs hurt. I don’t think I can forget her little face. Uncertainty. Complete shock. Realization. Pain. And cue the frantic crying. I never realized how incredibly different a pain cry is from hunger or the need to be held until that moment. It is urgent. It is frenetic. It took a few minutes to calm her down enough to put her pants back on and I was absolutely sure she would lose it when I put her in the car seat. Luckily, she didn’t.
On a slightly different note, she now weighs 11lbs 1.6oz and is 23.6 inches long. Her weight is right in the middle of the 50th percentile, absolutely normal. Her height, however, is way up in the 90th. She is her father’s daughter! This means 2 things: 1) many of her clothes are going to be too short and wide and 2) now that she’s over 11lbs her metabolism has shifted and she does not necessarily need to eat at night. Translation: she should sleep 6-8 hours. The last 2 nights, I’ve been lucky if I could string together more than 3. But I have to say that overall her night sleep has been above average, and her daytime naps are improving.
PS Crying it out isn’t really working for her. She seems to do better with the “check and console” method. This simply means putting the paci back in the mouth and trying to avoid eye contact trying to let her fall asleep on her own. (Eye contact means the death of a nap, but that’s another story.)