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Superchunk at 4 months

Adrian had his four month checkup on Tuesday. He is quite the strapping young man.

Weight: 18 pounds, 3 ounces (97th percentile)
Length: 25.5 inches (75th percentile)
Head: 45.5 cm around (97th percentile)

While we were in the exam room he was doing his best Tarzan impression...standing up, holding onto my thumbs and yodeling at the top of his lungs.

The doctor put him on his tummy and he practically started crawling, which completely surprised me. Tummy time is not something that we do a lot of, so I don't know where he got all that arm and back strength.

I need to have a talk with the nurse. We got the "other" nurse this time, and she was horrifyingly slow about giving him his shots. Like, give a shot....fumble, fumble, apologize profusely to Adrian, fumble some more, apply pointless circular bandage to the injection site to catch the single drop of blood that oozes out afterwards, prepare next shot, repeat. Agonizing.

So just as I was getting him calmed down from shot #1, here comes shot #2. And we had FOUR shots yesterday, so by shot #3 he was just plain enraged, and by #4 it was all we could do to hold him down so that he didn't flip right out of my lap. With both of us holding him down, using all our strength.

After #4 he let out a series of screams that should have shattered the glass in every window of that building. They certainly shattered my ragged shreds of remaining eardrums. MAD as a hornet. He didn't want nursing, he didn't want cuddling, he wanted to see that nurse hanging by her thumbs.

The whole thing was awful, and I was ready to jump on the anti-vax bandwagon right then and there. Well, except for the thought of him actually suffering through a major childhood disease with possible lasting repercussions, or even death. That calmed me right down. But yes, I will indeed have a Talk with the nurse before any more injections happen. I would have started the Talk with her right then and there, but I didn't want to slow her down even more, or get her more flustered.

I know she meant well, and she just felt bad about giving this cute little baby four shots in his thighs, but her "niceness" and hesitation just made everything so much worse.

Line up the shots and fire away at warp speed, lady. No bandages, no apologies, no TIMEWASTING. Just get the goddamn shots over with all at once before he even knows what's happening, and then let the soothing begin. Ugh.

I remember Julian being a big superchunk baby too, so I went back and checked his 4-month stats.

Weight: 16 pounds, 6 ounces
Length: 25.5 inches
Head: 43 cm around

Interesting that he was the same height, but lighter and with a smaller head. Although those height measurements are totally random, if you ask me. They stretch out the baby (who generally doesn't want any part of this stretching business) and sometimes the head is touching the top of the stick, sometimes not. Sometimes they really stretch hard, sometimes they just extend the legs and call out whatever number is closest.

Anyway, so Julian wasn't THIS much of a superchunk. But I remember him nursing ALL the time, whereas Adrian nurses a lot, but stops when he has had enough. Now he does, anyway.

The pedi asked me twice if I was still feeding him only breastmilk.
Um no, actually I'm feeding him walrus milk. Seal milk? Whale milk! Pure whipping cream.

Then she told me I could start feeding him rice cereal. Good lord woman, I'm in no hurry to start preparing meals for yet one more person. And they have pretty much discounted the whole "rice cereal as first food" thing. That was apparently from back in the days when most babies were formula fed and needed iron supplementation. It's easy to supplement rice mush, so processed rice cereal became a recommended first food.

Now fruits and veggies are recommended first foods, and even those are not supposed to be given until 6 months. Banana, yam, avocado, etc. So I'm wondering what is up with the pediatrician and why she isn't keeping up on this stuff? She has two young children herself, but still...worrisome.

I stopped giving Adrian the iron drops, mostly because it stained his clothing so badly. But his iron was a tad low, so I'm supposed to start again. I don't remember Julian ever having his iron tested. He could have been low and we never would have known. He could be low right now even! I'll give him some too if I can, although he knows them now after I gave him a dose several months ago.

"I don't want those. Those drops are ICKY."

Yes, they are icky. They taste like you just got punched in the mouth with a roll of pennies. Like blood and metal mixed. Not a favorite. He LOVES cod liver oil though. The lemon-flavored oil is not too bad, I'll admit. I'm a little partial to it myself. And it mixes well with Adrian's whale milk.

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