We got her growth charts today, and she's pretty much right in the middle of the percentages.
11 lbs 13 oz
22 1/4 inches long
38 1/4 head circumference
According to the doc, we should keep doing what we've been doing. Yessssssss.
The doc left and the nurse came in. She gave Camille permission to hate her until she reached 5 years of age, then she stuck her with the needle (we decided to go with Hep B because Tanya made me scared of baby rapists). The nurse was so fast that Camille didn't even start crying until the needle was already out and in the sharps container. Then she started screaming. It was a cry unlike any cry she's made before. I know what her "I'm wet" cry, "I'm hungry" cry, and "I spit my binky out" cry is like, and now I know what her "owieowieowie" cry is like.
She howled pretty loud for about 15 seconds, followed by about 10 seconds of a less-intense cry, followed by about 5 seconds of her normal uncomfortable cry, and then she was quiet. She had intermittent little wails, but mostly she was done crying after a minute.
I, on the other hand, am still leaking tears.
Here are some pics of her since we got home from this traumatic ordeal.
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| Boo boo. :( |
I keep checking to make sure she's breathing, since I'm convinced she's having an adverse reaction to the shot and that's why she's so quiet.
I didn't give her baby Tylenol or anything to help with the pain, since I'm an advocate of suckin' it up. Well, I'm usually an advocate of suckin' it up. Today, I suggested to Jake that we go get her some baby Tylenol and he reminded me of my suckin'-it-up philosophy. Oh yeah, suckin' it up... that's right. OK, no baby Tylenol. I guess. :(
I also didn't feed her after the shot. I don't want to teach her that food is a comfort when she's feeling down (or in pain). Psychologically, I think there's such a fatty fatty fat fat epidemic in the US because we pop a bottle in our babies' mouths when they're upset, or because we use food as a reward, etc (she will receive no sucker when she's older and she gets shots! A sticker is fine). I find myself gravitating toward chocolate cake when I'm not feeling great (like today! I need some cake!), and I know it's bad but I can't help it. I don't eat chocolate cake every time I'm upset, but man do I want to.
She probably wouldn't have eaten even if I'd offered her anything. She was too busy yelling, and then too busy sleeping.
