Today was Bella’s two-month checkup, which meant, among other things, that she received three shots in her legs, poor thing.
She’s healthy and strong. Now weighs 11 pounds, 12 ounces, is 23 1/2 inches long. Still growing fine, in the 55th and 70th percentiles.
Of course, she screamed bloody murder when the nurse stuck the needles into her. And Dom and I nearly as upset to see her crying. But she calmed down as we were walking out the door, the motion of the carrier soothing her. And she fell asleep in the car on the way home. I’d feared the worst, screaming all the way home. So I guess it wasn’t as bad as I’d thought. Thank God.
Now we’ll just see how she does the rest of today.
Poor Bella’s got a fever, 100.4. She obviously doesn’t feel well. She’s sleepy and cranky; she won’t be put down. Dr. Morgan said it’s to be expected. We just gave her some tylenol; it’s the first non-breastmilk thing she’s ingested.
Funny that taking her temperature was hard for me. I can cut her nails and hold her arms while a nurse pokes her; but I can’t stick a thermometer in her bum. Dom had to do it.