50 First Things

I knew when I started this commitment to blog for 50 days in a row that it would be hard to follow through on, but possible.

Well, it proved impossible yesterday.

We had Joseph's 4 month well baby visit yesterday. I know, we are almost three weeks late for that, but I try to postpone the shots a little.

He was a complete angel before the appointment. The operative word there is "before."

He even went with me to the grocery store before that and charmed all the little hearts there, but he would have nothing to do with being laid down on that exam table. Nothing.

All the nurse tried to do was measure his height and head. He pitched a fit. If I could have just known what his mind was thinking, I would have love to so that I would have know just the right way to console him. Poor nurse, she thought this was just a passing moment. I wish that it was just passing, but even putting him down on the little scale proved nearly impossible. We tried twice to put him down on his back and he literally tried to roll out (yes, even above the raised sides). So after consoling him for a minute, I tried to place him 0n his tummy and he still wanted nothing to do with that scale. He literally tried to climb out. It was then that I heard the nurse whisper ever so softly, in complete disbelief, "That has to be the first time that has ever happened." Lights, camera, action. It is all my fault, I started this little 'first' series and he did not want to disappoint.

If you are wondering at this point, was he this way in the waiting room and the answer would be no. He was an angel in the waiting room, the most usual place to cry or maybe that is just me wanting to cry - we were at the doctor's office for 1 1/2 hours. Are you serious, do you really expect someone not to cry after they have been waiting to see you for 1 1/2 hours?

There were good moments when I was able to entertain him enough to not cry. I was so thankful there was a window with a great view of a busy street because me describing all of the action and him watching it soothed him. The doctor finally comes in, almost tiptoeing, asking me is he is always like this and I said "I don't know who this kid is!" He only acts that way at certain times, for example Mass, pictures, baptism, and now her office. It was painful. For all of us.

She examines him, as he is crying in my arms and by now it is way past naptime and once she is done, he stops crying and turns on his big blue eyes and smile and she eats it up. She clearly sees that he is virtually fine. She did see big evidence that alot of his frustration was coming from his teething. He even cried more before the shots than with the shots.

I was blown away at the damage a 4 month old could do to the paper they put on the exam table! He would use it to grasp to roll over. You put him down on his back and he is rolling over fast!

It was clearly one of my tougher moments in being his mommy but then I thought his good energy for moving is a very healthy thing and for that I am grateful.

As soon as we hit the parking lot, he was fine.

So for his 4 month check up, he is weighing 15 lbs 6 oz (75th %) and measuring 26 in. tall (90th %).

Well, the boss (also known as Joseph) is telling me he is hungry so gotta get rolling off of the computer!