Allison grew an inch in eight weeks and it's completely astounding to me. I mean, if humans kept growing at that pace, we wouldn't be able to stand up as adults because we'd hit our head on the moon.
She also gained almost two pounds. Which, to be honest, doesn't seem quite as impressive because I can gain two pounds just by looking at a piece of cheesecake. And if I actually eat it? Then I can dent concrete sidewalks when I jump.
We took Alli to her two-month appointment yesterday and the whole time I had this horrible knot in my stomach knowing that she had to get her first round of vaccinations. Sure, not only is it completely terrifying to know there are a number of risks like allergy complications, likelihood of fever, the recent wave of recalls because of possible contamination and, even more scary, the belief that it may cause autism. But to top it off, I knew it was going to hurt her.
I mean, here is this perfect little being and I was voluntarily driving her to get dormant diseases pumped into her body. What parent wouldn't be concerned about that?
But I just kept telling myself that Jerry and I had the same inoculations when we were her age with no ill effects. And they've even been improved since then.
The measurements were the fun part of the appointment. She is 23 inches long and weighs 10 pounds, 11 ounces, which places her in the 75th to 90th percentile for height and 50th to 75th percentile for weight. Go boobs, indeed. My little girl is thriving.
When it came time for the shots, the doctor said she would scream and that we could pick her up after the oral vaccine was given.
I couldn't watch as he placed three needles into her thighs in rapid succession. I just put my finger in her left hand as her face quickly changed from calm to shock to pain and her mouth emitted a wail I hadn't ever heard before. Without exaggeration, it physically hurt me. A horrible achy feeling filled my chest and I couldn't prevent the few tears that rolled down my cheeks. Frankly, I wanted to sob, but I contained myself only because I was in public.
She had a heart-wrenching look on her face and whimpered steadily until we got the car moving, then she passed out.
I coddled her a little more than usual when we got home, but for the most part, she just slept. And when she woke up for her bath and last meal of the day, she was all smiles. It's as if she knew I needed a sign so I wouldn't worry all night.
My girl's a trooper.