The official weigh in...25 lbs 12 oz. Actually lighter than I thought thanks to three poopy diapers before we left. He's in the 75th percentile for height at 29 inches. The doctor's visit went surprisingly well. There was a little girl in the waiting room with Cameron who was screaming and crying the entire time. Thanks for pumping my kid up about the shots. Well Cameron was being completely anti social as if the tears were just too much drama for him. Every time the little girl approached us, he would dig his claws into my neck and try to crawl back into my womb apparently. The little girl's mom pulls out a juice box, and now my child is trying to leap out of my arms as though the first kid to the juice box claims it. Thank God they called us in shortly thereafter.
The only minor mishap is partly to blame on the doctor's office. A nurse had to prick Cameron's blood to check for iron and lead. To stop the bleeding, she puts on one of those worthless circle Band aids. I would like to just say that I am paying those doctors. The least they could do is upgrade to a Band aid that actually wraps around the wound. Circle Band aids are the equivalent of licking a piece of loose leaf and placing it next to a bleeding area. Ban them! Anyway, my child is fascinated with the circle Band aid on his finger, I am filling out a few forms, and the doctor is trying to talk to me and examine Cameron. The next thing I know the doctor says, "You may want to watch that Band aid. It's a fine line between bleeding to death or choking on the Band Aid, but how about avoiding both." I'm sure that became a notation in the chart. Stupid circle Band aids.
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