
Today, we went to the doctor's office for Ava's 2 month physical examination. Because of insurance 'issues', she was almost 3 months before she got in for her appointment. I know I should be a lot more grateful for having affordable health insurance, and yet sometimes the hoops I have to jump through are just rediculous. Anyway, here are her new statistics at 11 weeks old:
weight- 10 lbs, 13 oz
height- 24 1/4 inches
head circumference-40cm
Her
weight was in the
25-50 percentile range on the growth chart
Her
height was in the
75-90 percentile range on the growth chart
Her
head circumference was in the
50-75 percentile range on the growth chart
She also got her first group of immunizations, which I was really nervous about. I
did actually tear up a bit, but was okay once I got to hold her. Seems kind of crazy, since I used to be 'that mean nurse' for 2 years! It was hard then, but it is a lot harder now that it is my own baby. It absolutely infuriated me when moms would say, "oh, here comes the mean nurse to give the shots" or "oh, she's the one who made him/her cry the last time." But funny, although I would never say something like that to the nurse because of my past experience in her shoes, I did find myself feeling some sort of contempt toward her--and I don't even know her!
"You're the one who is going to make my baby cry!" I thought. As a mother, it's hard to rationalize how inflicting pain is actually going to benefit and protect your baby in the long run, but as a nurse, I know it does. And thankfully, she won't remember the shots that she gets as a baby when she gets older.