








As I might have mentioned before, MC is a passy addict. Seriously. She needs to go to passies anonymous. Now, that is all well and good - except at night. MC was a great sleeper... as long as she had her passy. If it fell out during the night, she woke. This meant that Adam and I were up as many as 10 times a night putting the stupid passy back in her mouth. It was like a magic button though. If the passy went in, her eyes automatically closed and she went right back to sleep. As you can imagine, months of interrupted sleep can make you not-so-fun to be around. Adam and I knew we had to do something. One night, driving home from mass, I passed a Books-A-Million. I remember researching Dr. Ferber (knowing his was one of the foremost authorities on children's sleep) and reading that he had somewhat recently updated his classic "Solve Your Child's Sleep Problems" book. I sped into the parking lot and ran into the store frantically searching for a sales associate. I found one quickly and the conversation went as follows:
me - do you have a book by Dr. Ferber? I can't remember the exact title, but its something like how to solve your childs sleep problems...
SA - um, let me check. Yes, it shows we have one. Let me show you where they are.
me- PLEASE!
And a few pics of my family enjoying the GORGEOUS weather and blooming flowers!!!
Now for the heartache - my baby's second round of shots!!!! Ugh!!! It should be a crime for a baby to feel any pain! Yes, Adam and I filmed it... my mother (whom MC and I lived with until Adam came back) has been having MAJOR MC withdrawls so she wanted to see "her" baby haha. Its quite sad seeing her cry, but I promise she was fine after just a minute of me holding her!
Other than the pain of seeing her cry during her shots, the checkup went GREAT! This was our first time seeing the pediatrician in Starkville and he was FABULOUS!!! I just can't say enough great things about him! If you live in Starkville or ever move there, I would (a thousand times over) suggest Dr. Ruff. The nurse who was with us was also WONDERFUL. It was just an all around great experience. However, I do have to say that I never imagined I would have such a big baby! Adam and I are both fairly small in stature, however 4 month old MC is in the 90th percentile for both weight and height. She weighed in at 14 lbs and 12oz and was 25 1/4 inches long! (on a side note, let me just say that I'm glad they give the not-so-smart parents an explanation of the percentile thing. I received a piece of paper saying stating her numbers and it said that 90th percentile means she is larger than 90 out of 100 babies her age. Wow. Chunky monkey. The doctor also gave a large "Wow!" when I told him how much she is eating a day.)
Of course we all know that the most important part of the appointment was how I was received in all my crazy paranoia. I am happy to report that the nurse and the doctor did not seem at all ready to add me to the "way-too-crazy-mom" list. (Even if they were, they didn't show it, and to me that's just as good as not being on it.) The doctor was (or appeared to be) happy to answer my long list of questions and did not seem rushed to hurry to the next patient. I felt important and listened to so I couldn't be happier!
Happy hump day everyone!