sHoTs

Poor Bode. Yesterday was his four month check-up, which means...you got it, SHOTS!! The girls were all kinds of upset that I would let the doctor do such a horrible thing to our baby. No matter how hard I tried to explain it, they just didn't get it. These are the kinds of appointments you make months in advance and I don't know what I was thinking when I scheduled it for 11:00. I must have been on Maternity leave, not remembering how tired I am while I am working. So, bright and early, I hauled the whole brood to the doctor's office. Actually, Paige was at a sleep-over at her Aunt Valerie's (a reward for walking) and opted out of seeing Bode in "so much pain". The whole way to the appointment, Claire asked if we could go to McDonald's and Bode still didn't have a clue what he was in for. Surprisingly, we got there early and I noticed when I signed my billing sheet that there was a different doctor name on it. I asked about it and the girl at the front desk told me that was who I was seeing today. I was LIVID! I made the appointment months ago, how could they have screwed this up?? A little background...I LOVE our pediatrician. He was referred to us by my OB when we found out through Paige's ultrasound about her club feet. We met with Dr. Lash even before she was born. He was born with a cleft palate, so we knew he would be perfect at understanding anomalies. When Paige was born, his associate, Dr. Buchanan, was the first to come in. He took one look at her and said, "Oh, club feet. I had those!" So we loved them from the start. We see him at the Millcreek parade every year, and although he doesn't know me by name, he knows me as Paige and Claire's mom. I finally understand why my mom loved my Dr. Lloyd growing up so much! SOOO...my tired-induced anger was soothed when she explained that Dr. Lash was sick and had asked an associate to take his well-babies as to not infect them. HOW SWEET IS THAT?? It turned out great. Dr. Packer was wonderful, and she agreed that Bode was so handsome, so what's not to like about her?? He was very brave and only cried for one second while he got his shots. Claire stood right by his face, stroking his cheek, saying, "It's OK, Bodacious. You can get a sticker."

And at four months, here's how Bode stacks up:

13 lbs. 3 oz. (35th percentile)

25 1/2 inches (75th percentile)

And 42nd percentile in head size

(are you sure he's ours?)