The Weekly Peanut, Issue 4
Upon reflection I've decided I wasn't super fond of the pediatrician we saw last week. I didn't mention it in the last issue, but he was sort of alarmist about Daphne's growth and didn't seem to listen to anything that I had to say. For example: "She's not eating enough or growing enough, she's dropped into the 10-25th percentile when she was in the 25-50th" "Did you not hear me say that she has been puking like crazy this past week?"; "Her eyes are really clogged, you need to put her on these drops." "[long history about her eye problems in the past and how this doesn't look like her eyes do when they normally have a problem] plus we tried those drops before and they did nothing." So on, so forth. I'm sure he's a nice guy, he just seemed very old school (the "throw antibiotics at it" type of old school) and I don't think I'll be seeking him out again. I really enjoy the practice we go to and all but two of the doctors that we have met. I also REALLY appreciate that, because of how many doctors they have working, they are ALWAYS able to squeeze us in when Daphne has some sort of ailment, so I get that I'm not going to like everybody and that's fine. At first I was feeling a little insecure about Daphne (which I am anyway, she's such a petite thing, but we have tried all kinds of things to get her to eat more and she doesn't want to and NONE of her other doctors has expressed any concern) so I talked to daycare about feeding her more (and panicked about being able to pump enough) and dilligently applied those stupid eyedrops four damn times a day (if you have a baby you know the feat that this is) and I decided this morning that this is bullshit. Her eyes and ducts are exactly the same as without the drops, no change, and I'm not going to try and change her eating habits unless when we go in for her 9 month check up next month Dr. Trout (LOVE, and has been seeing Daphne since her 4 month check-up) expresses some concern.
Daphne was still a huge pain Wednesday and then again on Thursday. So much so that when Ian and I were trying to get her into a good mood before bed she SCREAMED at Ian as if he'd stabbed her (all he did was try to play peekaboo) and left that as his parting gift as he went off to do his sleep study. I could tell it really bothered him so I decided to try something that I used to do with our furbaby, Charlotte, when she was acting a fool: have a serious talk. So while she was nursing her last time before bed I told Daphne quite seriously, "I know that you have been sick and have been feeling lousy, but the doctor said your ear infection is gone so mostly you are just being a drama queen now. What you did tonight? Really crappy, kid. Daddy loves you so much and only ever wants you to be happy, and by being mean to him tonight you really hurt his feelings. Not. Cool. So I expect you to clean up your act, get some naps or whatever you need to do tomorrow, or be shitty to me instead, but you will be NICE to Daddy this weekend." Then I put her to bed.
Friday I talked Ian into picking her up from daycare with me, hoping she'd be in a good mood for at least a few minutes. We were greeted with a big smile and a baby who'd had a whole lot of food (that she'd mostly kept down) and two decent naps (a lot for her these days). Took her home, all ready to try and get her down for the pre-bedtime nap she'd been needing all week to find to our surprise that not only did she not need her nap but she was actually in a pretty good mood and wanted to play with Daddy while I cooked dinner. Hot. Damn. Did the Talk work?
Saturday dawned and I went to get Daphne out of her crib and found a giggling baby standing up to greet me. When her good mood continued we decided to go out for the day and take our chances. We have started (very very very casually) keeping our eyes out for a new furbaby. We are definitely a two dog household. Ian has been more driven to get a new dog than I have, but I believe that if we find the right dog I will know and we will bring it home. Neither of us is forcing the issue. So we took Daphne up to an adoptathon with a bunch of local rescue groups in Sanford. Daphne was a ROCK. STAR. She giggled and cooed at all the dogs and tried to pet and kiss them. A little girl came up and asked to hug Daphne, I let her. When she let Daphne go, Daphne squealed and tried to grab the little girl for another hug. I died.
We ran down to Universal to pick up a birthday present for our niece. She napped on the way, then had OMG THE MOST FUN EVARRR riding around on Daddy's shoulders as we searched for stuffed Kyle dog from Despicable Me. Seriously, where had this kid been? It's like she has to revert to being a turd every few months just to remind us how lucky we are to have her be as awesome as she is capable of being otherwise. Then Saturday afternoon she did this:
Jeez kid, slow down! This prompted me to go ahead and buy the safety gates I've been eyeballing to block off our living room as the official "kid zone" (right now our blockades consist of guitar cases, not so stable). Sunday was another excellent day. Ian went to get a haircut so I took the peanut shopping at Target. She LOVES sitting up like a big girl and all the attention she gets. In the afternoon we got a visit from Daphne's Aunt, Grandma, and cousins. We also ventured out to the food truck rally at Fashion Square where she continued being excellent and charming. After we put her to bed Sunday night, Ian and I hugged and told ourselves that whatever happens in the future, we just had a seriously awesome family weekend.
So far so good this week. Last night I was playing with her on the floor and she was climbing all over me, being all cute. She kept grabbing my face and planting giant sloppy open-mouthed kisses all over my eyes and nose. Then, it happened. It was really only a matter of time so I should have seen it coming. Daphne puked in my mouth. Ok, not quite IN my mouth because my mommy reflexes kicked in and I managed to seal my lips closed just in time, but Ian had a good laugh at my expense. This weekend is going to be rather exciting because we are taking Daphne to Megacon. She's going to meet almost the whole cast of Next Generation. I'm sure it will just be another day of being cute for her, meanwhile Mommy is trying to figure out if she's capable of keeping her s**t together when she meets Patrick Stewart or if she's going to be reduced to a series of squealing noises. We'll see.