Growth Chart

I had this doctor appointment yesterday and I have a few things to say. First of all, I knew something bad was going to happen because on the way there, my sister was telling me to think like a scientist. When she says that, it usually means something is going to hurt and it is supposedly good for me in the "long run". I was right. I was very apprehensive each time they layed me down on the table because I just knew that at any moment, I was going to be stuck with something. Well, the first nurse came in, nothing, just a little tickle on my head and feet. Then the doctor. She is obviously has perfect eyesight because she said I am perfect. She did say one thing that I'll talk about in a few. Then the nurse came back in - and back to the table I went. I knew it! AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! Stab on the right, stab on the left !!!!! Oh, I screamed and screamed to warn all the other babies out there that this nurse is a sadist! She thinks because she covers my wounds with shiny, sparkly bandaids that it makes it all better.... She's nuts! I can't even see my thighs so I have no idea what those bandaids look like. I just know it HURTS!!!!! Next thing I know, we are home. I must have passed out from the pain.

The thing the doctor said is that I have fallen off of my growth curve (they even rechecked the numbers). I guess I'm not growing as quickly as the chart says I should. I didn't know that once I started growing at one rate, I was supposed to stick to it. I would think that at 6 months, being 18 lbs 6 oz and 26 1/2 inches long would be a good thing. I knew what I had to do. I need to eat more. I woke up at around 10 last night and tried to explain this to Mommy and Daddy. I think I might have been a little to dramatic because they couldn't understand what I wanted, so I tried telling them even louder. I am sure that at this point, I really was being too hysterical because Mommy said something about calling a priest to get the demon out. She said she was afraid of pea soup or something like that. Finally, my wonderful, strong Daddy swung me in my carseat and I was able to settle down (without any pea soup episodes) and drink the bottle. Next thing I know, it is morning and time to eat again. I guess I must have passed out again. I think I need to work on how dramatical I am getting. It is hard to keep my emotions in check, and from what I have seen of my Sissy and Mommy, it doesn't get much easier.

Oh, here's another shot of Sissy and her fabulous babysitting techniques.



Love to all,
E2