LB had his follow up appointment yesterday, at two weeks and two days old. He’s eating like a champion and weighed in at 11lbs 0.5 oz, a full eleven ounces more than his birth weight, which is great, considering he lost over a full pound before leaving the hospital.
I also bit the bullet and mustered the courage and resolve to properly peel back the skin and expose his little turtle, and though he cried passionately, I persevered, and we both lived through it. After the fact, I have to say that most of his crying was no different than the display he provides any time his diaper is changed. He really doesn’t like having his diaper changed, or being on his back, or being naked. Funny kid. So many kids are completely opposite, loving to be naked and free. Anyhow, after that initial peel-back-exposure, all has been well — no major swelling, no bleeding, no screaming at the liberal application of neosporin. It would appear that my earlier freak out was mostly unwarranted. Not much of a surprise there.
The pediatrician gave him flying colors all around. Good feeding, good color, good head control, good eye tracking, good circ site, good umbilical site. All good. Hooray for my little champion. My little dream boat.
