Also, Mia went for her 4 month checkup with Dr. Curry this week. She weighed 12 pounds 3 oz. and was 25 1/4 inches long. I don't put much stock in percentiles but it was funny to me when the nurse said Mia was in the 25th percentile for weight and the 80th percentile for height. I asked her if that was okay, and she just said she's tall and skinny. A skinny kid with a "Buddha belly" as I call her little round tummy. I asked Dr. Curry if the low weight was a problem. He said of course that it was due to all of the spitting up and that she's small for her age but that it doesn't seem to be affecting her ability to grow. Final word: she's doing just fine. Well, that is until she received two simultaneous shots in her little thighs. Then you would think the world was coming to an end. I hate those cries. The ones where something hurt my baby, and I can only try to soothe her. Those cries can just about break your heart. Thankfully, it was time to eat, so I had a bottle ready. She was better in no time. As a child, I thought my mom was mean and had tricked me when we would go to the doctor for shots. Then they would offer you a lollipop afterward like that would make up for all of it. Now, I realize that it was just as bad for her to see me hurt as it was for me to get the shots. The things I continue to learn about motherhood amaze me. It's very different from this perspective than to be the child. The knowledge of being on both sides of that relationship is a powerful tool. Hopefully, I will use it well. On a side note, Dr. Curry said that since Mia's eyes are still blue, they will most likely stay that way. I wonder about that because Wesley and I both have hazel eyes. Don't worry. She's not a "milk man baby." Both my dad and Wesley's grandpa Bob have always kept their blue eyes, so you never know. I guess we'll just see.
Mia at 18 weeks old