Oooh! I have put those little rattle booties on Sam this afternoon and laid him down in his baby gym mat. I think he may have worked out he is making the noise when he moves because he has started cooing and really kicking those little legs up and down. He really looks quite delighted with himself as he does this.
We went to his two month doctor’s appointment on Wednesday. Yes, he really is two months old already. As usual he was weighed and measured, poked and prodded and came through with flying colours. He’s now 11lbs 15oz and measures in at 23 inches tall. His head circumference is 15 and a half inches. The doctor was happy with him and said that he falls into the 50th percentile for height and weight, and 25th for head size. The percentile information confuses me somewhat, I guess that means he is of average size compared to other babies his age. Not sure it really means much other than that though, he’s healthy so I’m happy.
The poor chap also had to have a round of immunisations this visit. He had five vaccinations, two jabs in each thigh (one of the shots doubled up). They really were jabs too, was quite surprised at how no nonsense the nurse seemed to be. Little Sam had been really happy laying on the table and grinning and of course when the fight needle went in this turned into inconsolable tears. He went bright red and it took me ages to calm him down again afterwards.
I did feel bad, really didn’t like hurting him, but am glad that we have inoculations to guard him against terrible diseases. And, I certainly didn’t feel as bad as I did when i got home.
I’d opened the car door so he wouldn’t boil as I left him in his seat while I unlocked the front door. When I returned I was horrified to spot a mosquito happily feeding on his leg. Without thinking my immediate reaction was to get rid of the nasty bug and stop it feasting on my son. I swatted it and in doing so slapped my little boy! Oh my gosh I felt like such a bad mother! Sam wasn’t too impressed but actually took it in his stride pretty well. I, on the other hand, can’t believe I hit him, although I did get that swine of a mozzie!
The doctor had warned us that one of the side effects of his jabs might be a fever, and unfortunately it seems that Sam was one of the one in four children who do experience this. He was not a happy little boy and who can blame him, he must’ve been feeling pretty lousy. Bill ended up running out to the store in the middle of the night to buy some infant Tylenol (my fault, I was convinced we already had some but it turned out to be infant Motrin and that is off limits until he is six months old) to help soothe and reduce his temperature. Thankfully a dose of that seemed to help and Sam was able to eventually get some sleep and wake up feeling better.
Hmm…Sam keeps kicking the bootie off his left foot. I wonder if that could mean he is stronger on that side and therefore left handed?…Bill would be so pleased, he’s wanting a left handed tennis playing son! *rolls eyes*