Courtesy of his six-month appointment (although…err, he’s only 10 days away from being 7 months), we have a long & lean little man.  18 lbs, holding steady as always at the 50th percentile.  29 inches at a whopping 97th percentile.  I am thrilled as I was worried he would fall below the curve & they’d point the fingers at the PPD & split us up.

But thank God, we get to stay together.  For at least another 3 months.

He smiled.  He laughed.  He pooped right as the doctor walked in.  He proved what an awesome independent sitter he is & his standing skills.  The nurse proclaimed, “I predict he will be walking at 9 months!”  I gave her the side-eye.  I wonder if she’s a betting woman & what my chances are.

Still on Prevacid with no glimpse of coming off it in the near future, but we are re-introducing dairy very slowly into his diet via milk-based formula.  So far, so good.  As in, he’s not screaming 11 hours a day.  I count that as a success.

He did, however, scream during the appointment.  Stranger danger with the doctor, shots hurt, he was naked…screaming was justified.  I lasted 10 minutes.  & then I ran outside the room, put my hands over my ears, & slammed my eyes shut until a nurse put her hand on my arm & asked if I was okay.  Except she totally had THAT LOOK like, “Oh, great, another over-attached mom that can’t stand to see her kid cry.”  & I almost smashed my fist into her face but managed to grit out, “I’m fine.”

I’m fine.  Just having A FREAKIN’ PANIC ATTACK IN YOUR HALL, YOU CONDESCENDING BITCH WITH THE EYE ROLL.  Except she was probably a very nice, sincere, caring nurse & PPD Blair couldn’t see through her own self-loathing to accept the help.  Because this was the THIRD APPOINTMENT IN A ROW WHERE I WAS CAPTAIN INCOMPETENT.

Appointment 1: A week before maternity leave ends where I finally take in video of Harrison while I’m shaking in the corner in pajamas & The Momma is taking care of the appointment & learning about Prevacid & Nutramigen.

Appointment 2: His 4-month check-up.  I was just diagnosed with PPD.  I had maybe 5 days of meds under my belt.  & I, once again, stood huddled in a corner with a dulled gaze while Nate did everything from entertaining, holding him down, & comforting him.

Appointment 3: His 6-month check-up.  I do okay.  & then I run out of the room & require drugs to get into the car with the baby.

My Mom of the Year Award for Best Performance in a Pediatrician Office?  Harrison pooped in the tub.  & then on my hand.  I’ll write more on that later.  It was EPIC.

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