Because she is gone, we saw a different doctor who works in the same office. Ugh, did not like him at all. We picked the pediatrician that we did for a few reasons. She came very highly recommended by some friends of ours who go to her, and she has a litter of her own children at home. No joke, I think this new baby is number 8 or 9. By today's standards they could have their own reality show. Thankfully she isn't going in that direction and is going to continue on as a doctor. There is just something comforting and reassuring when your pediatrician can talk to you about what's going on with your kid and tell you what her experience has been with her own children.
Example: Samantha is a small little girl. She was born a week early, so she wasn't premature. It's just in her genes. I'm pretty small, and Chris isn't a linebacker by any stretch of the imagination. Our pediatrician knows this, and has never once expressed any concern about Samantha's size because she is a super healthy and happy baby.
This other doctor we saw yesterday said that we need to feed Samantha more because she is so small. If my kid wasn't eating 30+ ounces of formula on top of solid foods and little Gerber puffs every day I probably would have taken him a little more seriously. I think if we tried to cram any more food down this kid's throat it would start to ooze our of her pores like one of those play-doh spaghetti making toys (you know you had one, and you know you loved it!).
She eats plenty, and she is gaining weight. Granted, she's not gaining a lot of weight, but she's healthy. He even said that himself, he said she's a perfectly healthy baby, but she needs to eat more. We'll give it a try, but I'm pretty darn sure her little stomach reaches its maximum capacity every day.
She got a couple of shots while we were there, and she handled them quite well. Of course she screamed for a few minutes, but she calmed down pretty quickly afterwards.
Once we made it home she was 100% back to normal, chewing on everything she could get her hands on.
Of course the night wouldn't' be complete if she didn't try to rip all of Tweek's fur off. He is such a patient cat, I actually think he kind of enjoys it when she grabs him.
In response to the question I was asked after the blog post with the leaves, nope, it wasn't a skunk in that picture. It was our nutty husky Bandit, who was diving in the leaves the way she dives into piles of snow.
Doctors are okay but if Samantha isn't broke, then don't fix her! She will let you know if she's hungry. You are a very small person Sabrina and she (right now) is taking smack after you. Your mom and dad weren't big people either. Just keep all of that in mind.
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