The Doctor's Office

Ava had a short doctor's visit this morning for a weight check. The good news is that she has surpassed her birth weight. She's now just over eight pounds--which is good because she had lost quite a bit of weight between when she was born and her first doctor's appointment. It made me feel a lot better. I had been a little worried about whether she was getting all the nutrition she needed. The doctor said she looks great, and that I didn't have to wake her up at night anymore. She told me I could let her sleep until she woke me up. This makes me happy, because she has at times slept four or five hours at a stretch.

Warning: this next part might be a little gross, but it was pretty funny. Read at your own risk. When they weigh babies, they weigh them without clothes or diapers. I'll bet you can guess what happened. I took Ava's diaper off while she was on the scale. They weighed her without incident. I picked her up and made it almost all the way back to the table when an explosion occurred. Pee and poop everywhere. Another series of explosions. A frazzled nurse. Frantic search for more baby wipes. I picked her up, so the nurse could clean off the bench, and she pooped in my hand. "Good catch," the nurse said. Ahh... the joys of motherhood. Funny thing is, I wasn't too grossed out by it. I guess I've already started to develop that skill Moms have for not being grossed out by anything.