Big girl
Emmie had her one-month doctor appointment this week and my, weren't we all surprised at the results.
I told her pediatrician about the profuse vomiting on consecutive nights and he said he wasn't concerned about it, yet, but that if it continued, he wanted to know about it. He also said that at this age, babies are supposed to gain an average of some ounce number I can't for the life of me remember, but that at five weeks, she should have weighed a minimum of 7lbs 14oz, based on her birth weight of 6lbs 8oz.
He slid her onto the scale and as he did, I said I was guessing she was about 8lbs 4 oz. He said he hates to guess, so he was taking a pass on that.
"But she isn't 7lbs 14oz and she isn't 8lbs 4oz either," he said. "She's 8lbs 14oz."
That's right folks, my child is a 9-pounder at one month. Jack, who was a few ounces heavier at birth, was a mere 7lbs 4oz at his one-month check. So my previously petite gal is ginormous. She's also 22 1/4 inches tall, which puts her in the 90th percentile and makes me think she's getting the tall genes like the rest of this family, minus her mother.
The doctor also thought she still looked a little yellow, so he ordered a blood test for possible jaundice. When the nurse came in with the paperwork, she said we needed to go over to the Children's Hospital lab.
"But don't let anyone touch her or for that matter, don't you touch anything either," she cautioned. "The flu is running rampant over there and that's the last thing you need."
Greeeeeeaaaaaat.
After donning full hazmat gear before entering the lobby, I headed down to the lab. I am not joking when I say I didn't even touch the elevator button with my bare hand. When the lab lady asked me to fill out a form, I asked for a new pen because I was scared of the one laying on the counter that 7,000 germy people probably licked that day. I didn't even want to sit down in the chairs, lest I catch the flu through my coat and my jeans via my ass. Hey, it could happen.
So the nice lab tech calls us in and ooohs and ahhs over my new baby. She then busts out a needle and tells me she needs to see Emmie's arm. What the hell happened to a heel stick for infants? Apparently, not so much. She said they like to have enough to re-run the test if they have to. Mmmkay.
Stick number one results in a shriek from Emmie and a decent amount of blood flowing through the tube ... which stops abruptly. Her little vein collapsed. After moving the needle around in her vein, the tech decided to try another one. Stick number two results in a second shriek from Emmie and a pissed off look from Mommy. Also a second collapsed vein.
At this point I am getting annoyed and thinking that at a CHILDREN'S hospital they would be adept at drawing blood from CHILDREN and would know what works on a five-week old. Finally, she resorts to a heel stick. Couldn't we just have started there in the first place? Emmie shrieks again, but then immediately falls asleep and chills the heck out. Five minutes later, we're out the door.
In the end, her levels were totally normal and she is not officially jaundiced. Maybe yellow is the new black for baby skin? I dunno.
I told her pediatrician about the profuse vomiting on consecutive nights and he said he wasn't concerned about it, yet, but that if it continued, he wanted to know about it. He also said that at this age, babies are supposed to gain an average of some ounce number I can't for the life of me remember, but that at five weeks, she should have weighed a minimum of 7lbs 14oz, based on her birth weight of 6lbs 8oz.
He slid her onto the scale and as he did, I said I was guessing she was about 8lbs 4 oz. He said he hates to guess, so he was taking a pass on that.
"But she isn't 7lbs 14oz and she isn't 8lbs 4oz either," he said. "She's 8lbs 14oz."
That's right folks, my child is a 9-pounder at one month. Jack, who was a few ounces heavier at birth, was a mere 7lbs 4oz at his one-month check. So my previously petite gal is ginormous. She's also 22 1/4 inches tall, which puts her in the 90th percentile and makes me think she's getting the tall genes like the rest of this family, minus her mother.
The doctor also thought she still looked a little yellow, so he ordered a blood test for possible jaundice. When the nurse came in with the paperwork, she said we needed to go over to the Children's Hospital lab.
"But don't let anyone touch her or for that matter, don't you touch anything either," she cautioned. "The flu is running rampant over there and that's the last thing you need."
Greeeeeeaaaaaat.
After donning full hazmat gear before entering the lobby, I headed down to the lab. I am not joking when I say I didn't even touch the elevator button with my bare hand. When the lab lady asked me to fill out a form, I asked for a new pen because I was scared of the one laying on the counter that 7,000 germy people probably licked that day. I didn't even want to sit down in the chairs, lest I catch the flu through my coat and my jeans via my ass. Hey, it could happen.
So the nice lab tech calls us in and ooohs and ahhs over my new baby. She then busts out a needle and tells me she needs to see Emmie's arm. What the hell happened to a heel stick for infants? Apparently, not so much. She said they like to have enough to re-run the test if they have to. Mmmkay.
Stick number one results in a shriek from Emmie and a decent amount of blood flowing through the tube ... which stops abruptly. Her little vein collapsed. After moving the needle around in her vein, the tech decided to try another one. Stick number two results in a second shriek from Emmie and a pissed off look from Mommy. Also a second collapsed vein.
At this point I am getting annoyed and thinking that at a CHILDREN'S hospital they would be adept at drawing blood from CHILDREN and would know what works on a five-week old. Finally, she resorts to a heel stick. Couldn't we just have started there in the first place? Emmie shrieks again, but then immediately falls asleep and chills the heck out. Five minutes later, we're out the door.
In the end, her levels were totally normal and she is not officially jaundiced. Maybe yellow is the new black for baby skin? I dunno.
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