Kevin and I took Ember to her 2 month appointment today. I knew she’d be getting some shots, so I specifically asked him to do the heavy lifting – I remembered her shots before being ever so slightly heart wrenching. He said no problem, he’d be happy to hold her. 

She weighed in at 9lbs 13.5oz, so she’s well on her way to 10lbs. The doctor said that was great and moved her into a better percentile than before. She’s longer now too, which is a very simple answer to why all her pajamas with feet looked uncomfortable in newborn – 21.5″ long from her debut at 19.25″. Overall, her stats looked great. 

I’ve been worried about a flat spot on the back of her head and have recently shuffled her into the pack n play and crib to sleep at nights in hopes of helping out the issue – as well as getting her ready for daycare where they only have cribs. She’s been doing a great job ever since we swaddled her to sleep.

She also strikes some great poses while she sleeps.

The doctor said that kids tended to favor one side, and for her it’s her right. She’s​working on her neck muscles right now and does a good job of holding her head straight (he let her do some tummy time to check) so we just need to focus on keeping her looking to the other side when we can.

She was a brave little lady during her shots, where poor Kevin had to hold her arms down while she got them. We left and ran a few errands and came home feeling like we’d had a productive day. 

Ember slept most of the afternoon – they mentioned she might be fussy or run a slight fever and to feel free to give her some Tylenol if so. Around 5:30 she woke up and when I was feeding her she absolutely FREAKED OUT. Like, the level of pain and panic she had when she got the actual shot earlier in the day. We both got very worried and I decided to run down to CVS to get Tylenol – of course I had Motrin but that’s not what they suggested.

I was hoping by the time I got back, Kevin would smile and say “she’s fine!” But sadly, he looked freaked when I opened the door. Quickly, I dailed Dr Katie and she assured us that giving her some Tylenol would likely make life better – that poor kiddo was probably sore at the injection sites and hadn’t ever dealt with that before. We gave her the medicine and then I proceeded to stare at her for an hour, watching her breathe, holding her on the couch on my chest, panicked. 

We’re reasonably sure now (almost 3 hours later) that she will indeed be fine, but I still keep insisting on checking to see if she’s breathing. 

The good news is that Ember is doing great and is a brave little girl. I, on the other hand, may still need some time.