UPDATE: Dalton's 2 Month Well-Baby Visit

STATS:
Weight: 13 pounds, 15 ounces
Length: 23 1/4 inches
Head: 16 inches

Now, for my own commentary on the above. His weight gain, still good, more than an ounce a day if you average it all out. "They" say you can expect most healthy babies to gain .5-1 ounce a day. The doctor said, "And you're just breastfeeding, right?" Right. Go me! Okay, the doctor told me his weight is "above the 95th percentile". My online calculator says it's just 81st%. I say the "just" part very sarcastically. 81st percentile is still quite hefty to me. Especially when you consider what we're used to with Lil E. She told me his height was 95th %, online says 41st% (how is it that different?) Plus, I never believe Tina's (the crappy M.A.) measuring. This time she measured him diagonally. Questionable if you ask me.

The doctor asked if I had any concerns. I brought up the bum sores that took forever to go away and the green poo and told her that I saw online that might be a sign of food allergies. She poo-pooed that. Then, I told her I read (online again) about the green poo meaning a foremilk/hindmilk imbalance. Again she said that was bologna. Okay, I'm sure I'd be annoyed if I was a doctor and everyone acted like they knew more than me the doctor or whatever. But I don't think that's what I was doing. And I think they were valid concerns. Not like, "So doesn't green poo mean cancer?" Hmpfh. She pointed at the little tank in my arms and said, "Obviously he's doing fine." I guess. He also has a perpetual rash on his chin and the corners of his mouth. I asked if she thought it might be a reaction to my milk on his face or maybe the burp cloths (the detergent in them) I use to dab the milk off his mouth. She said, "I'm not worried about it. It looks like a contact thing. It doesn't look like it's bothering him." Well, I agree with all those statements, Doc, but what if I don't want him to have rash-face all the danged time??? Ugh. I guess I'll have to do some more work on my own. Like washing the burp cloths differently.

I like her. I just feel like I should like my sons' doctor more. Ya know?

The doctor put Dalton on the exam table to check out some of his developmental stuff/motor skills like his head control and if he lifts his head while on his tummy. When she put him on his tummy he rolled over (Easton did the same thing at that same adjusted age). The doctor was quite impressed and I mentioned he'd been doing that for awhile and "at first I thought he was top heavy" and she interrupted with "He did that intentionally" and remarked about how controlled the movement was. She impressed him all around. My kids are quite the specimens when it comes to physical milestones and abilities. Wonder why? Anyway...

So, Dalton was due for 3 shots. I warned Easton that Dalton would be getting them and that he wouldn't like them so he would cry. But I knew Mr. Sensie would still get uncomfortable about his brother being in pain. He was. And Dalton certainly was. Oh my gosh, he got sooooo mad. He turned bright red and stopped breathing for a sec to really get loud. It took awhile to calm him. He doesn't seem quite as tough as his big brother was/is....yet. :) That reminds me: Dalton was watching his mobile in his crib today while I finished getting ready to leave the house this morning. Big brother Easton stood on the rail watching as he often does. Pretty soon I heard a wail. Easton had pulled part of the mobile down which accidentally landed on Dalton's head. Dalton had a little red bonk mark on his forehead. I know it was an accident but Easton still shouldn't have been messing with the mobile. I made him apologize. He was very concerned anyway. But back to the appointment...

Tina the Worthless M.A. brought me a syringe full of Tylenol to give Dalton for his post-shot pain and such. I asked, "What's the dose for his weight?" and she said, "Oh...let me go get a doseage chart." Uh, didn't she just fill the syringe and should know how much she put in there? Grrr. I told her, "Nevermind. I have one at home I just thought you'd know." Whatever.

After the appointment we went to meet J for smoothies. Easton went to the counter with Jason and "ordered". He said, "Smudahs (smoothies). Da red and a yellow one." Ha! Just love him. When we were in the car he'd take a sip and then say, "Dada's/Mama's turn" and we'd sip then he'd say, "Eastie's turn" and kept going. He heard me on the phone telling my mom about Dalton's shots and he said, "Brudder's owie beaning". Beaning apparently means "bleeding". And they bled a lot. Tina the Not-So-Great mentioned that he was "a bleeder". Lovely.

Well, we're home and Easton was historically a great sleeper after his shots. Wonder if history will repeat itself the way it did with the boys rolling over on the exam tables at a mere 2 months? We shall see. You can expect I'll let you know. A few pics...

Evidence of the "shootings"--2 in one thigh, 1 in the other. Poor baby. I was more worried about how it was "damaging" Easton, though.

And the still-concerned big brother:


We're all set to have a beautiful weekend but have to spend it watching Easton on the news (hopefully) tomorrow a.m. along with the NFL draft and fixing the broken house. We discoverd quite a bit of water on Easton's floor coming in from the outside. Great. And Jason was all excited to play Thomas with Easton in front of the tube. Shucks. It's great being homeowners.