Hubby took Maggie to the doctor this morning for her 2 month visit. She now weighs 8 pounds, 5 ounces!! Wow! She measured at 20 inches long ... Hubby said it's possible that Maggie is actually 21 inches, but as she was non-cooperative (remember our fetal non-stress tests while in utero, and the biophysical profiles??), they "officially" marked her at 20 :)
We also had quite a few things to ask the doc, such as:
* Can we switch formulas to one for gassy/fussy babies? Yes.
*Is the yellow eye goo a clogged tear duct, and if so, do we continue warm cloths and massage to help release the blockage? Yes.
* Is it okay that she hasn't pooped since Saturday afternoon? Yes, but if she goes 3 days without one, we have to call the doc.
* Does she really have to get 4 shots today? Yes.
The last one was a big reason I selfishly did not want to attend this month's check-up. Hubby said Maggie cried so much she tuckered herself out. Poor little baby :( You know it's good for them but it doesn't make it easier to see them hurting. It broke my heart last month with the one shot ... 4 shots would have caused me to cry off all my makeup and look too scary to go to work!
Hmm. Maybe I didn't think that through thoroughly ...
Ah, work.
Yep, I'm back at it. Started this past Thursday, which wasn't so bad because on Thursday and Friday, Little Miss Maggie came with me to work. It was so nice having her with me all day.
Too bad it can't be like that every day.
Today was the first time I've had to be away from her all day, and it pretty much sucks. There were tears this morning, I won't deny it. And I'm basically working working working to keep my mind off of the fact that she's not with me, and to help hurry up the day so I can go pick her up and love on her :)
'Cause really ... who doesn't want to love on this sweet little face? :)
