Jude likes to sleep on his belly.
Jude also likes to sleep on the couch.
= Jude likes to sleep on his belly on the couch.
Jude is also an impressively strong kid.
= Somehow during his 10 minute routine of waking himself up, Jude shimmied his way to the edge of the couch and rolled off.
Mom heard the screaming from the other room.
= Mom feels like a really bad Mom.
Thankfully, our apartment is covered in shag carpet, and Jude fell on his back on the shag rug we have on top of the shag carpet. But, Mom still felt awful. So, Jude went to see the Doc, just to make sure everything was a-okay.
As a nurse, it's easy for me to pick up on doctors being condescending. This particular pediatrician, who isn't Jude's regular one, was a biznatch. FLAT OUT. The kind where you almost wish you had 6 inch nails just so you could scratch that I'm-so-superior-to-you-it-hurts look off their face.
Anyway, she called my boy fat.
Oh, no you didn't.
She said I was probably overfeeding him because at two months he's almost doubled his birth weight.
Big whoop. My boy likes his milk.
But of course, Mom left feeling like a bad Mom all over again. "You're overfeeding him."
It's okay though. Jude actually had his two month check the next day and his REAL pediatrician got everything squared away.
Words of encouragement:
"You can't overfeed him at this age."
"He looks great!"
"That particular pediatrician is gung-ho about BMI. Don't listen to her. She's crazy." - noted.
-and my personal favorite-
"Don't beat yourself up. You're doing great!"
And once I thought I was on top of my game, that my little boy was healthy and feeling fine, I was shown a long list of vaccines he needed today.
=SAD DAY IN BABY LAND.
I wish I could say he took it well. But he really didn't. His face turned purple, he cried harder than ever, and I felt just awful. Again.
So we went home. And one big empty bottle with a dose of cherry Tylenol later, my boy collapsed in Mommy's arms.
Rough two days, champ. We love you.