Wednesday, October 11, 2006

So Sad and Snuggly

After Karston's nap after his pediatrician's appoinment on Monday, he woke up very sad. No setting down the baby! In fact, he only walked ten feet total that afternoon; mostly he sat and gently rubbed his leg where he got his shots. (Yes, I felt very guilty. But countries with strict vaccination programs have excellent childhood survival rates, while countries with more lax vaccination programs, like the US, have an increase in preventable childhood diseases. So he's getting vaccinated, and these shots were the last in the series. No mercury, no live viruses.) Monday night wasn't too bad, but maybe he needed more snuggles than usual. Tuesday was another sad snuggly day. Tuesday night, he was Cuddles the Kid, and he needed Daddy to hug him to sleep. Wednesday, we were going to go back to the pediatrician if he weren't feeling better. He asked to nurse much more than usual, but he was much closer to normal. Whew! (Yes, he asks to nurse. He climbs in my lap, stares, lifts my shirt, and then gives me a cute hopeful look.)

Monday, October 09, 2006

Molars Redux

Trying to cheer Karston up after his pediatrician vaccinations, I held him upside down and made a silly face. He laughed (yay!), and I got a good view of his mouth. Guess what? I spotted tooth #11, an upper molar peeking through. Right now, his pair of molars is a left-right pair; molars will be so much more useful in top-bottom pairs!

Pediatrician: Fifteen Months

We went to the pediatrician this morning, and the appointment was delightfully short! We were on the road 30 minutes after our appointment time. Yeah! Vitals are 18 pounds 3.5 ounces (Karston usually weighs more, but he didn't eat much for breakfast this morning, and he had a huge poopy just before we left) and 29 inches tall. The doctor looked at his chart, noted that his height is still around the 5th percentile but that his weight increase is much flatter than the standard curve (meaning the 5th percentile line is going up faster than Karston's weight below that percentile), and asked if he were still breastfeeding, and yes he is. Apparently that's what the flatter weight curve means, and he'll catch up once he gives up nursing. Then we finished with the last round of standard vaccines (crying, of course, more I think about lying down and not standing than about the shots), and went out the door.