First doctor’s visit June 19, 2008
Posted by erinfrances in Kind of unreasonable, The baby.Tags: baby, motherhood, parenthood
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While drying my hair this morning, I should’ve been rejoicing over the two pounds I magically lost overnight (I’ll save my rejoicing, though, for when I can wear pants with zippers and buttons). As we fed her a bottle at 9:30, I should’ve been concentrating on, you know, feeding her. As we walked into the doctor’s office for her two-week checkup at 10:15, I should’ve been soaking up the “oohh, a new BABY!” vibes nurses, receptionists and strangers were giving us.
Instead, throughout all this, I was just thinking “any minute now, she’ll start her 20-minute crying jags and I’ll look like a fool.”
And after we got the insurance cards copied and sat down, that’s exactly what happened.
She screamed. I blushed. I know, babies cry. My baby definitely got that memo. She LOVES crying. It’s one of her favorite pasttimes. Mine is apologizing, which is what I did to the nurses, the doctor. Alice screamed with her clothes on, with her clothes off. As she got measured (20 inches) and weighed (8 pounds). As I held her and rocked her as she peed on the paper sheet they gave us to wrap her in.
And as soon as she was back in her carseat, she was patient, pretty, attentive. When we snapped it back into the car base, her eyes closed like someone’d flipped a switch. And I finally breathed.
I gotta learn to relax.
As Dave described it to us at work today, “…or, she might just be being naughty.”
Poor Mama. I feel for ya.
Hang in there. And let us girls know when you want some visitors.
It just means she’s going to be a singer and be all famous and support you in your old age.
P.S. I bought a pair of capris with a secret slimming panel in the front, because my stretch marks need something heavy duty to hide behind this summer. I keep looking at Sam and reminding myself that it was worth it.