My son was a trooper. Here's how the doc appointment went.........

He weighs 12lb 1oz. He is 24in long. Doc checked his hip joints. (If anyone knows why the doctor checks a childs hip joints everytime we go in, please let me know.)

I asked my questions: (and these are the doctors exact answers. He's short, sweet, and to the point. He really knows what he's talking about!)

Q. What do i do about this cradle cap?  

A. It's purely cosmetic, you can try head and shoulders, but not too much.

Q. Since it's getting nice outside, I would like to have him out more often. Do I need to worry about the brightness of the sun burning his eyes? Does he need to wear a hat?

A. The sun won't bother his eyes. Believe it or not he is smart enough to not look directly at the sun. He will need to wear a hat and sunscreen in a few months when the sun starts to get a little bit more harsh.

Q. He only poops one time a day? It's green and runny. Is that ok?

A. If he's pooping, it could be purple, blue, yellow, and I'd be ok with that.

Me: How much should he be eating?

Doc: Well, how much is he eating?

Me: 3-4 oz every 2 or 3 hours.

Doc: That's great. That's around 24oz or more a day. Is he spitting up any?

Me: Not too often, if he gets too hot or he drinks to fast he will, but it's just a little spit up, he hasn't thrown up in a long time.

Doc: That is perfect!

Then he checked his ears, nose, and throat. Looked good.

The only thing left was to explain what shots he would be getting and to call in the nurse. When she came in, she took him, put his legs over the end of the table, leaned against them to hold them still and told me to hold his arms down. I had to have Joe, my husband, do it. I didn't feel right restricting my child like that. I wanted to be the consoler.

I ended up having to be the one being consoled.

Jett cried for a couple minutes. 2 at the most. I cried from the time he screamed his 1st scream til the time we walked out of the office. That was a good 10-12 minutes because we had to get him dressed. And stupid me, always wanting him to look cute when we go out (anywhere) put a onsie/pant outfit on him. So it took twice as long to get him dressed as it would if I had just put a one piece thing on him like almost every other parent of an infant does in that office. Sorry if i had an outfit he hadn't wore yet that I wanted him to wear. (Not to mention, if he was being good joe and i were off to lowe's to get fencing and eat lunch)

We got home, Joe went outside to put up some fence. (our dog keeps jumping the fence to the neighbors yard so we had to put up a 5 1/2 foot fence). I left Jett in his carseat, because he was sacked out, and I put him outside on our steps to keep and eye on him. I started working on digging up a garden. After about an hour I brought him inside, took him out of the carseat to put him in his swing. BAD IDEA! He woke up screaming. He had his little leg all clenched up, i'm guessing because his leg was soooo sore. He continued to scream on and off for an hour. More on that off. So I cried. There was nothing I could do. I cuddled him. Talked to him. Tried to see if he wanted to eat. I felt so helpless. He looked at me a couple times when he would take a break from screaming, with tears falling out of my eyes, and had a confused look on his face, like, what's wrong with her! It's amazing the expressions kids can give you at this age. lol

When he finally quit and I thought he was asleep i handed him to my husband so i could go to the restroom and do a couple other things around the house. He started screaming again. Joe handed him to me, I nestled him close, and he stopped crying. Even gave me a little half smile. It made me feel soooooooooo good. He needed ME. Not anyone else. Just me. I've had dogs my entire life. I've known unconditional love by an animal. I know unconditional love from my husband. Now I know unconditional love AND being needed by a little human being. It's a great feeling. Finally made me feel like i've done things a little bit right.

Unfortunately, my poor little baby did not sleep but 50 minutes last night. Not fair. Maybe he slept too much during the day and he was just totally awake last night. Or maybe he didn't feel 100%. Who knows. At least we got in about an hour and a half nap around 9pm. But i've been up since 2:30am. I'm sooooo tired. He's sleeping now, but i've got things to do....dang.

Anyway...we don't have to go through that for another 2 months. Thank goodness.

when your on your 3rd or 4th child and you still act like you have NO IDEA what is going on when giving birth.

I have been watching A Baby Story from time to time and I get sooooo upset with these women who are in the hospital, have their 2 or 3 other children either in the waiting room or in the delivery room with them, and these women are screaming and crying like they have never done this before.

Now, I may be mistaken, and please tell me if any of you have felt anything different, but after I got the epidural, I didn't feel a thing. When I felt the urge to push it did feel like there was a hippo sitting on my pelvis from the" inside trying to get out my butthole, but nothing hurt. I never felt the urge to scream and cry. I was actually cracking jokes and everyone was laughing and having a good time.

All these women on A Baby Story got epidural, and yet the scream. I just don't understand. If you have done this before, why are you not ready for what you are getting ready to go through? I know it wasn't that long ago that I gave birth and was pregnant, but I still remember everything I felt when he was still in my belly. Every movement, every hiccup, every punch in the ribs. And I still remember the exact feeling when the doctor said "I can see his head", then when she said "One more push!" and what it felt like as he slid on out. I don't think I can ever forget those feelings.

These women on this show give all other women a bad name. We are not weak. We do not need to scream while having a baby. There is absolutely no need to tell your husband "YOU DID THIS TO ME! or "I WANT A DIVORCE!" It's not that bad people. I could see how someone could be in a bad mood without epidural, I made sure to ask the nurse if I was mean to her after I got the epidural 8 hours into my labor. She said no, which i was thankful for. Because I was in and out of sleep for that period of time. And I do tend to talk in my sleep. And for some reason, everytime my nurses decided to check me, they wanted to talk. I didn't want to talk. Especially when their hand was inserted in my hoo hoo up to their wrist while I was in the middle of a contraction. I sure hope you weren't wearing a watch or very nice bracelet!

Any who...I just wanted to rant and rave this morning about the women on this show.

QUESTION OF THE DAY...

Did you scream and yell? Were you mean to your husband?