This week started off bad and it's getting worse by the minute. Let's start with Monday.
I was able to get everyone up, ready and out the door on time. Then reality set in that we were on the way to drop Colin off at daycare. I was sobbing uncontrollably before we even got off our street. Mark, bless his heart, was able to crack some jokes and make me laugh so I stopped crying by the time we got to daycare. I felt a TON better when we got inside & Lola (daycare lady) was so, so, so excited to see Colin. She showed me the playpen she had set up for him and she listened intently as I went through the page of instructions I had written. It was great. I don't worry about him being there at all. He is the only baby so I know he's getting lots of attention. The only thing I worry about is that the other kids are SSOOO loud and it's affecting his sleep. I guess he'll get used to it though.
It was nice to be back at work and be told how much I was missed. It was refreshing to be back in the routine that I was so used to. Then around 3:30pm the day started going down hill...fast. We were told to exit a program that we HAVE to use to do our job and there was no expected up-time. Fan-freakin'-tastic. Mark and I work at the same company and his department also uses the defunct program so I knew we were up the creek without a paddle. I had already been asked by my boss to stay until the program was fixed and the work was done so Mark had to leave and go get Colin. He had to go back to work to finish up also and we ended up being there until 6:45pm. Nice overtime but not so nice for family time. We had to rush home, eat dinner and then Mark went to the store while I gave Colin a bath. All of us were so exhausted and asleep before 9. Colin slept like a champ and only woke up one time.
Moving on to this morning. Again, I had everyone up and ready with 15 minutes to spare. I put Colin in his car seat and right as I picked it up to go downstairs, he spit up ALL. OVER. All over himself, the car seat, the floor, my leg. It was so bad it was coming out his nose. Poor baby. I kicked it in to overdrive and gave him a sponge bath and a new outfit, cleaned up the mess from the car seat, the floor and my leg. It was a miracle that we left on time, but we did. Work was uneventful (thank goodness!). I worked until 11 and then got Colin from daycare. The afternoon was also uneventful except for a few tears shed by yours truly after thinking too hard about his upcoming shots. We had to wait a long time at the pediatrician before being seen. Have I told you I hate it there? Because I do. More than I've hated anything in my entire life. I will never recommend them to anyone. I'm suffering through it until he is 1 and then he's going to our family doctor.
I'm happy to report that he did not need six shots, only 3 (3 vaccines are mixed together in to one shot) and one vaccine is given orally. The stupid effing nurse wouldn't let me hold Colin and she wouldn't give me a packet of sugar water for his pacifier because "he probably won't take the pacifier". Whatever. I was annoyed but I held his hands and talked to him while I rubbed his head. He cried hard during the shots but he calmed down pretty quickly AND he took his pacifier. Take that stupid old nurse! I really need to learn to be more assertive and stand up for what I want. Instead of saying "Can I hold him?", I should have said "I'm going to hold him". I'm willing to bet she still would have given the shots if I had just picked him up off the table.
The doctor came in to do his well-baby check up and he got a thorough once-over. I noticed the doctor was spending a considerable amount of time examining his groin area. I asked if something was wrong and he told me Colin has a hernia on his left testicle and he needs to be seen by a pediatric surgeon tomorrow. Uh...what?! I had so many questions running through my head but I couldn't form a complete sentence. I suck in times like these. The doctor got another doctor to look at it and give a second opinion. The second doctor didn't seem overly concerned but still recommended he see the surgeon. So that's on the agenda for tomorrow. I really hope he doesn't have to have surgery. He's too young to be put under anesthesia!
The shots and the hernia were the worst parts of the appointment. The other highlights are Colin now has to have a special kind of formula for his gas and fussiness. He also is on a decongestant because the Nosefrida & humidifier aren't helping as well as I thought they were. I hate giving him medicine since he's so young but it's better than making him suffer.
Anyway...the story of this post and my life is "To Be Continued...".
Here are Colin's 2 month stats:
Weight: 10lbs 3 oz - 25th percentile
Height: 22 inches - 25th percentile
Head circumference: 37 inches - 3rd percentile
He's a little guy but he is proportioned well for his size and he's growing at a good rate so there's hope that he'll catch up.
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