Nothing's more fun than playing with Mom's lozenges!
In reality, it hasn't been too bad, and Lucy's been a champ about it. Mostly it just makes me feel bad that she has her first cold. Somehow she avoided that nasty flu, so I assumed that she had some sort of superhuman immune system. What? That's a natural conclusion to jump to. And she is now fallible. But her six month check-up was fortuitously scheduled for yesterday.
The doc says Lucy's weathering the cold just fine and not to worry - the cough might last a while without being contagious. Which both sucks for her and is good for our social life.
And I know you are all wondering about Lucy the Incredible Growing Machine's specs. So here you go. She's 28 1/2 inches which is still off the charts - greater than the 97th percentile. Her weight is 17 pounds 9 ounces: 75-90 percentile. Which happens to be on the heavy side for a wimpy mom and a bjorn or moby wrap. Must. Purchase. Stroller. The cranium measures 42.4 cm. To sum up: GO TALL SKINNY GENES!
I was totally the worried mom at the ped's office yesterday. I felt like I kept asking the same questions over and over. Mostly because Lucy still sleeps fully swaddled, and I'm worried that at some point we're going to have to stop doing that and how do we? Doc said it's not that big a deal but gave me some pointers on how to wean her off of swaddling.
And then there's the question of solid foods. What do I feed her? I mean, I know it's not supposed to count calorically until she's a year old, but there really aren't very many guidelines for what foods when and I'm the kind of person who works really well within set parameters. My doc is really good at simplifying everything - she just said feed her whatever is categorized as stage one in the baby food aisle. I make my own baby food, but those are pretty good limits.
So I went to the grocery store to get a feel for what foods are stage one and to grab some diapers and cough drops and kleenex. You know the essentials. And Lucy refused to sit in a cart. Fine, she's a new sitter, that could potentially be scary, fine. Except that somehow between holding a writhing Lucy and grabbing stuff off the shelves, I strained a muscle in my back. Whine! So now my right side is a little slower than my left and I keep getting bad crampy feelings like charlie horses in the middle of my back. Not fun. More whining.
To add to the indecent amount of patheticness in our household my Bubba just called to say he got in a "little accident" on his bike on the way to work. And you "can't even tell" unless he smiles. He's calling to see if our dentist can do some emergency repair of some sort to cover up the chunk of Bubba tooth that's somewhere on 5th Ave. Sigh.