Three pokes. Three bandaids. Lots of Tylenol.
Aiden got a new toy for his carseat. He had a staring contest with the little orange elephant. Ah, to be a baby again....
Already? I am so sad that my little man is 2 months old already. He is so cute, though, that I can not help but think he is the cutest thing alive. Okay, him and the puppy.
We went to see the doctor yesterday. He is 2 1/2 inches and weighs 10 pounds 5 ounces. WHAT A PORKER!! Actually, Dr. Martini (don't you love her name...) says he is in the 30%ile for his age, so he is still little, but is growing fine.
We were given a prescription for physical therapy since he doesn't like to look left and that muscle on his neck is tight. The therapy will be to loosen that muscle and give his head more freedom. Aiden has been poked, prodded, manipulated, and manhandled more than any other baby I know. Poor kid. We will start therapy next Tuesday in Bountiful.
He also got his shots. A little drama happened here. The nurse told me that the national database said that Aiden had already had his 2 month immunizations at a clinic in Taylorsville on August 17th. a)Aiden was with me at home on the 17th and b)Taylorsville??? The nurse made a big scene that she was not going to take the liability of giving shots if he had already had them. I assured her that he had not had his shots. She was still questioning me when Dr. Martini came out of a room and said, "Jill (the nurse), I have told you before. When there is a discrepency between the computer and what Mom says, we ALWAYS go with what Mom says. Give the damn shots." Come to find out, there was an Aiden M. Biddulph born at the IMC Hospital the day after my little guy.
Aiden didn't do very well with the immunizations and threw up pretty consistantly the rest of the day and ran a fever. The doctor said to give him apple juice through the night, so he kept most of that down, but we both went through 3 pairs of pajamas each.
I know that immunizations are important to give Aiden, and I wouldn't have it any other way, but it is so hard to watch as they give the shots. I thought briefly about when he was in the hospital and watching him cry with his ventilator - I couldn't hear a sound, but could only see the frantic need for comfort in his eyes. In that moment, it is so hard to think that they put their trust in you...
