I will publicly admit that the Doctor did not smell of BBQ sauce yesterday. Not to say he does not have some odder neutralizer spray in his desk drawer.
Stella checked out wonderfully. She is in the 75th percentile for her length and her weight. Her head is in the 50th percentile with regards to size. I am probably not understanding the numbers correctly but I think the doctor is trying to say her body is bigger than her head. I intend to add some photos to this post to show otherwise. I think what is happening is her body is catching up with the size of her head.
We asked the doctor about the hospital visit and explained to him that we still did not understand why we were admitted. She was taken in for a breathing problem, was given tests for viruses, had a acid reflux test done, and had a spinal tap performed.
Anyone? Anyone? Hello?
"She is clear. We need to get y'all out of this hospital before she catches something" is the response I told the doctor we received from the hospital. Hoping that he would part the skies and shine the light on the answer I was sadly disappointed. What he did say is that Stella is a healthy baby and that we had a bumpy start but everything should be smooth sailing from here.
Somewhere in this conversation the doctor asks us if we had received our flue shot and our H1N1 shot. The doctor looks at Belinda and she says, "I have received my H1N1 shot but not the other." He replies, "Oh that's wonderful mama but I think you should still get your regular flue shot." I'm sitting there still trying to see if he smells like BBQ and he asks me the same questions. I tell him no that I have not, but that I will. He goes on into a commentary about the bad media coverage of the H1N1 vaccine and how there is nothing wrong with it and it is a true disservice to everyone who is not taking. I of course am smiling and nodding my head thinking to myself, Shouldn't the H1N1 shot work for both?
So he leaves us with that and on his exit he mentions that the nurse will be right in to finish up some paper work. Belinda and I are getting Stella dressed again when the nurse walks in and says, "this is the paperwork you need to fill out for your shots."
Who the? What the? Que Que?!
I politely explain to the nurse that Stella was to receive her immunization not us. I'm thinking in my head this guy ain't my doctor. He has never even seen my medical history. Heck, I have avoided going to the doctor for years just so I don't have a medical history.
"Yeah well, it says right here all three of you are getting shots and you dad are getting two."
Belinda, who I know was laughing hysterically inside says, "come on Gibby, do it for Stella who is going to get a shot." Now, if you remember a couple of posts back I mentioned that I do not like needles. I just assume science is far enough advance that medication can be given orally and if blood work needs to be done then you should just wait until you scrape your knee and collect it at that point.
So here we are in this little room. My wife just pushed a melon out of her body and my daughter had been poked and prodded for a week in the hospital and I am trying to decide whether or not I am going to protest this shot. Even I knew that shot was happening whether I liked it or not I was simply shifting into survival mode. And by survival mode I do mean not passing out. The math behind me and needles goes something like this:
Gilbert + Shot or Blood draw (or blood sugar check) = grown man hitting the floor.
The nurse walks in and looks straight at me asking who is first, "Dad?" I agree to go first. I say it was to show Stella it was not going to hurt, but mainly it was give myself the most amount of time after to shot to recover before having to drive in the event I did pass out. I take it in the arm and the nurse says, "see that was not so bad." She said in that tone that I know she used to speak to the children who come in to see to doctor. Trying to make light of the situation I tell her "I was probably worse than most kids huh." In this manner that can only be described as completely serious she says, "Yup."
Thankfully, the H1N1 shot I was able to take in the form of a nasal spray. And while I tried not to think about the bacteria that was hanging out in my nose and how I had seen a Star Trek episode where they tortured a guy in a way similar to this I reminded myself it was not a needle.
I share this story with y'all because now you know why it is that I was ecstatic about cutting the cord.
So that you will forget everything I just told you, here are some photos of Stella.
Stella checked out wonderfully. She is in the 75th percentile for her length and her weight. Her head is in the 50th percentile with regards to size. I am probably not understanding the numbers correctly but I think the doctor is trying to say her body is bigger than her head. I intend to add some photos to this post to show otherwise. I think what is happening is her body is catching up with the size of her head.
We asked the doctor about the hospital visit and explained to him that we still did not understand why we were admitted. She was taken in for a breathing problem, was given tests for viruses, had a acid reflux test done, and had a spinal tap performed.
Anyone? Anyone? Hello?
"She is clear. We need to get y'all out of this hospital before she catches something" is the response I told the doctor we received from the hospital. Hoping that he would part the skies and shine the light on the answer I was sadly disappointed. What he did say is that Stella is a healthy baby and that we had a bumpy start but everything should be smooth sailing from here.
Somewhere in this conversation the doctor asks us if we had received our flue shot and our H1N1 shot. The doctor looks at Belinda and she says, "I have received my H1N1 shot but not the other." He replies, "Oh that's wonderful mama but I think you should still get your regular flue shot." I'm sitting there still trying to see if he smells like BBQ and he asks me the same questions. I tell him no that I have not, but that I will. He goes on into a commentary about the bad media coverage of the H1N1 vaccine and how there is nothing wrong with it and it is a true disservice to everyone who is not taking. I of course am smiling and nodding my head thinking to myself, Shouldn't the H1N1 shot work for both?
So he leaves us with that and on his exit he mentions that the nurse will be right in to finish up some paper work. Belinda and I are getting Stella dressed again when the nurse walks in and says, "this is the paperwork you need to fill out for your shots."
Who the? What the? Que Que?!
I politely explain to the nurse that Stella was to receive her immunization not us. I'm thinking in my head this guy ain't my doctor. He has never even seen my medical history. Heck, I have avoided going to the doctor for years just so I don't have a medical history.
"Yeah well, it says right here all three of you are getting shots and you dad are getting two."
Belinda, who I know was laughing hysterically inside says, "come on Gibby, do it for Stella who is going to get a shot." Now, if you remember a couple of posts back I mentioned that I do not like needles. I just assume science is far enough advance that medication can be given orally and if blood work needs to be done then you should just wait until you scrape your knee and collect it at that point.
So here we are in this little room. My wife just pushed a melon out of her body and my daughter had been poked and prodded for a week in the hospital and I am trying to decide whether or not I am going to protest this shot. Even I knew that shot was happening whether I liked it or not I was simply shifting into survival mode. And by survival mode I do mean not passing out. The math behind me and needles goes something like this:
Gilbert + Shot or Blood draw (or blood sugar check) = grown man hitting the floor.
The nurse walks in and looks straight at me asking who is first, "Dad?" I agree to go first. I say it was to show Stella it was not going to hurt, but mainly it was give myself the most amount of time after to shot to recover before having to drive in the event I did pass out. I take it in the arm and the nurse says, "see that was not so bad." She said in that tone that I know she used to speak to the children who come in to see to doctor. Trying to make light of the situation I tell her "I was probably worse than most kids huh." In this manner that can only be described as completely serious she says, "Yup."
Thankfully, the H1N1 shot I was able to take in the form of a nasal spray. And while I tried not to think about the bacteria that was hanging out in my nose and how I had seen a Star Trek episode where they tortured a guy in a way similar to this I reminded myself it was not a needle.
I share this story with y'all because now you know why it is that I was ecstatic about cutting the cord.
So that you will forget everything I just told you, here are some photos of Stella.
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