As I mentioned before we went to the doctor 2 weeks ago. He hadn’t been to the doctor since he was 3 weeks old, so I was a little nervous about this appointment.
I know that we were supposed to bring him in around 2 months. But due to being out of town for most of December and my indecision regarding the vaccinations, 2 months somehow become 3 months. Mom Fail. Oops.
I was a little concerned about his weight gain. My little man is a lean little fighting machine. (Seriously, his kicks HURT! Especially when they’re aimed around my super sexy C-section scar!) He is not a chubster AT ALL. He looks skinny compared to alot of babies. I guess he is growing mostly height-wise. My little 3 1/2 month old baby is in NINE MONTH CLOTHES! He blew through his SIX-MONTH sleepers in about a month and a half. I am boxing up clothes like crazy every weekend. Well, at least it gives me a reason to shop.
Anyways, back to the doctor’s appointment. My doctor is so catering to me. He makes me feel completely non-crazy. I whipped out my PRINTED (again, how did I become THAT Mom?) sheet of questions and started firing away. He answered everything and didn’t act like this was the millionth time he’d answered these questions. (I hate doctors who act like – DUH why don’t you know this?! IF I KNEW WOULD I BE ASKING YOU, ASSHOLE?)
He was so very supportive of me EXCLUSIVELY BREASTFEEDING as long as I want! He also told me that starting with Rice Cereal is CRAP(with basically no nutritional merit) and mostly for formula babies to help them sleep through the night. He said whenever Gavin starts to look interested in food we can give him some. My plan is to EBF til 6 months then do tiny amounts of solids, but Mike is undermining me by letting him taste (not swallow- just lets him lick) tiny pieces of grapes and other soft things. Don’t even get me started.
After all my stress and worries of “Is he getting enough while I’m at work?! Am I pumping enough? Is he feeding enough at night? “, Gavin weighed in at 13 lbs. 13 oz and was a whopping 26 inches long. (That’s the 95th percentile for height! ) The doctor said he was a right on track for weight, which made me feel so good. OH YEAH, GO ME, I DID IT ALL WITH MY OWN BOOBS! THANK YOU, GOD! Knowing that your baby is growing like a weed and it’s all from your own boob milk is fucking awesome.
Finally, the big vaccination conversation rolled around.
“What shots are we going to do today, Mom?”
“Just the DTap”.
“Ok, great! I’ll send the nurse in!”
What! That’s it! But, I’ve practiced reciting “Top 20 reasons not to vaccinate your child”. No Lecture. No “Well, the AAP says….”. Just a smile. It was great.