Ever had one of those days?

Last Friday (3/13) we had Chase's 4 month check up with Doctor Pagel. And it was not a shining moment for any of us.

It started out with Chase and I well rested from our night of sleep- or not so much. We took our usual 7am nap and woke about 8:30. Not too bad, appointment was at 9:30 so I figured we were making good time and got the office at 9:35 (not too shabby for a new mom!) Until I was told that our appointment was actually at 9am & we were 35 mins late. Cry #1

Being that our doc and her nurse Amy are saints, they fit us in anyways. Anyone who's tried to get their kid in to see the pediatrician and had to wait, I'm sorry, I was THAT mom who got squished in, causing everyone else to be late.

While in the appointment I go to strip Chase down for his weigh in & realize I forgot his blanket to keep him warm. Luckily I had a hoodie on and was able to wrap him in that. Unfortunately this meant I got to sport the white t-shirt and blazing orange bra look. Most stylish let me tell you. Cry #2

Chase is weighing in a 11lbs 6oz and is now 24". His weight is a less than what we're hoping for, not "worrisome" but something we're "looking at." Try telling me not to worry when he goes from 10th % to 1.25% on the scale. Stupid, stupid scale. Oh well, we have an appointment with the GI doc on Monday who will probably put us on cereal now. Cry #3

THEN- and I don't know how I forgot about this. We have shots, not one, not two, not three- but four. The saving grace in this is he no longer has the casts, so instead of the tush, they can go in his legs. CRY CRY CRY #4

It gets better. We now get to go to the lab to have blood drawn. But they can't find the vein #5, I forgot the bottle to calm him #6, but did find his blanket- excellent timing. And we have to wait for Theresa, the only woman who can draw his blood who's 15 mins late for her shift. We didn't care- we waited & now we're scheduling all labwork around HER schedule. :-)

It was a very loooooooooong appointment and thankfully Chase got to go hang out with his Dad that night, who reported that he was doing just fine :-)

Poor kid.