The wait is over.
I know you've all been anticipating this moment with bated breath for many days now - some patiently and some not-so-patiently.
But it's finally here.
An update from Ellie's doctor.
But first I would like to say what a wonderful job all the other local physicians out there are doing. Choosing Dr. Barker was one of the most difficult decisions we've ever made. They're all so talented in their own way and we just needed to make the decision that was right for us - find the doctor that was right for our situation. But this choice kept us up at night, night after night, because they really are so unique and wonderful, but we know that no matter what, a career has been started for each of them.
Just kidding.
Tim and I have been watching a little too much of The Voice lately. Anybody else feel like the judges take for-freaking-ever to announce their decisions, always preceded by an obligatory and infinitely long speech directed toward the subsequent losers?
But I digress.
Ellie's appointment went really well...up until the dreaded shots, of course. The moment the pain registered on her shocked, red face was as heart-wrenching as I'd expected it would be. She cried for a couple of minutes, but I was actually surprised how quickly she calmed down with our comforting.
outside the doctor's office
cute, pink camouflaged bandaids
As long as we were cuddling, she was perfectly content the rest of the day. [Naturally, however, she got really, really fussy later that night when we were with our broker trying to sign paperwork. That was fun.]
And now, the part you've all really been waiting for. Her stats.
At birth:
19.75 inches
6 pounds, 9 ounces
As of last week:
22 inches (40th percentile)
9 pounds, 6 ounces (20th percentile)
I hope your curiosity has been assuaged.
[You're welcome.]
3 comments:
Ha! At first I thought she might have some medical condition you were about to announce. I was like, why is choosing a doctor keeping them up at night?!
Anyway, glad she dis well with her shots! Owen too always calms down right away, but it is SO sad when it's happening.
Man, I was freaking out thinking there was something happening to her!! Thank goodness she's alright and growing :) shots are so hard. I remember the first time my little girl got them, it broke my heart.
I hope we are still friends with you knowing that I am the bad guy that gives those shots :( What's weird is I usually use those same cute, pink camouflage bandaids! Please don't throw a poopy diaper at my face ;) If it makes you feel any better...it does break my heart...especially when the parents start crying!
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