6 Month Check Up

My sweet baby girl is now six months old. I seriously cannot believe it. It's so cliche but it really feels like I just brought her home from the hospital. Well, given that MC is six months, she had her last round of vaccinations at the doctor yesterday. As I've probably said before, nothing is worse than watching your baby get shots. However, I have to fill you in on the whole story. (I'm waaaaay too much of a talker, well typer, to only have one sentence about MC's experience.

So we get to the doctor's office and MC is doing great. She's perfectly content just sitting in the waiting room watching everyone. Then, the nurse called us back and we got MC's weight and length. If you can't tell from the pictures, MC is, um, healthy. She weighed 18lbs 6.4oz which put her in the 95th percentile (if you don't have kids, that means that out of 100 babies her age, she would weigh more than 95 of them.) Wow. Then they measured her and she was 26 1/4 inches long. That put her in the 75th percentile. Not too bad. The nurse noticed MC loved the measuring tape she was using so she just let her have it (it was new and clean). She was knawing on it like it was candy or something. Anyway, the nurse then proceeded to sit MC up on the exam table and slowly took her hands away. I wanted to shout out "um, mam, my baby is not sitting up unassisted yet!", however MC proved me wrong! As the nurse let go, MC sat there! Like, seriously sat up on her own like it was no thing. Granted, she has been attempting this little trick for a week or two, but she never sat up like that for an extended period of time. At home we had been working up to several seconds, now the kid was sitting there for several minutes! It was amazing! I was so proud! Little MC just looked up at me with that measuring tape hanging out of her mouth like "geez mom, what's the big deal? You didn't know I could do this?" It was a truly glorious moment as a mommy.

Well, then things went downhill. After seeing the doctor (who assured me he was not concerned about her weight and that this is no indication of childhood obesity or a reflection of her weight later in life) the nurse returned. Now MC loves this nurse. She is truly wonderful. However, today this truly wonderful nurse had to stick my baby with 3 very shard needles. Yeah. MC wasn't too thrilled. The gave the first shot and MC didn't react for several seconds. Then, the water works began. She quickly gave the other two and I could barely wait to snatch her up and give her some love. After a few minutes of screaming she finally calmed down and seemed to have forgotten the entire ordeal. Or so I thought...

As we were leaving, we passed by the nurse in the hallway. She was anxious to go to MC bye so she came over to us. I kid you not - as soon as she walked up to Maggie Claire the bottom lip went out and she started BAWLING! It was as if she wanted to say "You!!! I remember you!! You poked me with those sharp thing!!!! I don't like you!!!" I couldn't help but laugh hysterically. The poor nurse really got her feelings hurt and said she hated that part of her job. Maybe next time MC will act excited to see her and make her feel better!

Well you can bet that as soon as we got home I had to see if MC's trick was a fluke. I sat her down on the floor, slowly let go, and what do you think happened? My baby sat there again like it was no big deal. I picked her up, kissed her all over and repeatedly told her what a big girl she was and how proud mommy was. Then of course I got the camera. Look at my adorable little angel being such a big girl!!!!