Sir Snots-a-Lot

Isaac's cold is not getting better -- he is so PO-ed every morning when he wakes up and can't breathe because his head is full of snot. Mike and I were getting worried because he had his shots on Tuesday, thinking, in our crazy new-parent heads that perhaps he was not reacting well to the shots. He has been sleeping more since then, and while most times he seemed okay, he sometimes just wasn't his normal perky self. So after a day of mild hand-wringing of whether or not we should call the consulting nurses at his pediatrician's office, I finally broke down tonight and did it. She gave me the "silly new mom, of COURSE sick babies are sleepy and fussy" routine, which made me feel much better. She also gave me a homemade recipe for a saline nose wash that I'm supposed to try out on little guy tomorrow. Yeah, he'll love that.

Tuesday's pediatrician's appointment also officially revealed that Isaac is enormous. He now weighs 16 lbs 9 oz and is 25" long (up from 19.5" at birth!). We were hoping we would have the same nurse for his shots as last time, because she is a ninja. You couldn't see her hands moving last time, she was so fast. But nooooo, this time we had a nurse who was so sloooooow: stick the baby, push the plunger, pull the needle out, apply the bandaid...repeat FOUR TIMES. Poor Isaac. He was a champ for the first two -- with the first shot he made this sound like someone punched him in the gut, but was otherwise cool, but by the time we got to the third shot he was screaming bloody murder. At least he doesn't have to do that every day.