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Aug. 3rd, 2003 07:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckTuesday was a big day. Delia and I attended our first play group. All of the other children are toddlers, but I know two of the couples whose children attend, so it was a good social occasion for me. Delia's really too young to care about other kids except as interesting things to watch.
Valerie came and picked us up and drove us the session. It had been going to be out near Packard and Carpenter, but the child whose mother was to host had fallen out of his crib and broken his arm, so we had a last minute change of venue. The new place turned out to be near my childhood stomping grounds, within sight of a playground I'd frequented (which was in a park we'd generally cut through on the way to school). I thought briefly that the house in question might be one that I'd actually visited during a post-Christmas caroling Girl Scout party, but the layout inside was wrong.
It turns out that one of the parents there, the hostess in fact, uses the same pediatrician that we do. That was reassuring since I didn't exactly do all of the checking that I probably ought to have done before selecting this practice. I mainly looked that Scott's insurance covered them, they were certified and they were easily accessible by bus.
Valerie drove us out to the pediatrician after play group (part of why the topic had come up earlier) for Delia's two month appointment. Scott's mother met us there so that we'd have a way home afterward. The timing worked out perfectly. I'd been a little worried that she'd have trouble finding the place, in spite of having been there before, or that Valerie and I would be late getting there, or...
As of Tuesday, Delia weighed 9 pounds, 2 ounces. The pediatrician's measurement of her length was 21 inches, but we'd measured her at home a couple of days before and got 23 inches. I'm not sure why the difference, possibly it's just the fact that measuring a wriggling baby isn't all that easy. I'm more inclined to think that our measurement's closer to correct simply because she's getting too long for her clothes. The doctor's (nurse's actually) measurement would still leave her smack in the middle of the expected length range for her age.
There were four shots at this appointment. She got them from two nurses so that they could do two sets of simultaneous shots, each poking a different leg. The intent was to decrease the trauma all around. I held Delia's arms for the procedure so that she wouldn't flail and hit the needles or anything else. The shots left her a bit feverish and very sleepy. The fever was completely expected and didn't go too high; we just gave her some liquid Tylenol. The sleepiness was much better than the other alternative-- The doctor told me that babies either got cranky or sleepy after shots and that I should hope for sleepy.
After that, while Delia was sleeping, my mother-in-law helped me get the bumper on the crib, the Pooh mobile assembled and generally make the crib habitable. The only thing we don't have yet is mattress pads. I'd thought we'd bought some, but not only could I not find them but Scott tells me that he's quite sure we didn't buy any. That'll be important when Delia starts sleeping in the crib. Right now, though, I'm just using it as another safe place to set her down. I'm trying to encourage her to like being there, but 10-15 minutes is about her limit.
Valerie came and picked us up and drove us the session. It had been going to be out near Packard and Carpenter, but the child whose mother was to host had fallen out of his crib and broken his arm, so we had a last minute change of venue. The new place turned out to be near my childhood stomping grounds, within sight of a playground I'd frequented (which was in a park we'd generally cut through on the way to school). I thought briefly that the house in question might be one that I'd actually visited during a post-Christmas caroling Girl Scout party, but the layout inside was wrong.
It turns out that one of the parents there, the hostess in fact, uses the same pediatrician that we do. That was reassuring since I didn't exactly do all of the checking that I probably ought to have done before selecting this practice. I mainly looked that Scott's insurance covered them, they were certified and they were easily accessible by bus.
Valerie drove us out to the pediatrician after play group (part of why the topic had come up earlier) for Delia's two month appointment. Scott's mother met us there so that we'd have a way home afterward. The timing worked out perfectly. I'd been a little worried that she'd have trouble finding the place, in spite of having been there before, or that Valerie and I would be late getting there, or...
As of Tuesday, Delia weighed 9 pounds, 2 ounces. The pediatrician's measurement of her length was 21 inches, but we'd measured her at home a couple of days before and got 23 inches. I'm not sure why the difference, possibly it's just the fact that measuring a wriggling baby isn't all that easy. I'm more inclined to think that our measurement's closer to correct simply because she's getting too long for her clothes. The doctor's (nurse's actually) measurement would still leave her smack in the middle of the expected length range for her age.
There were four shots at this appointment. She got them from two nurses so that they could do two sets of simultaneous shots, each poking a different leg. The intent was to decrease the trauma all around. I held Delia's arms for the procedure so that she wouldn't flail and hit the needles or anything else. The shots left her a bit feverish and very sleepy. The fever was completely expected and didn't go too high; we just gave her some liquid Tylenol. The sleepiness was much better than the other alternative-- The doctor told me that babies either got cranky or sleepy after shots and that I should hope for sleepy.
After that, while Delia was sleeping, my mother-in-law helped me get the bumper on the crib, the Pooh mobile assembled and generally make the crib habitable. The only thing we don't have yet is mattress pads. I'd thought we'd bought some, but not only could I not find them but Scott tells me that he's quite sure we didn't buy any. That'll be important when Delia starts sleeping in the crib. Right now, though, I'm just using it as another safe place to set her down. I'm trying to encourage her to like being there, but 10-15 minutes is about her limit.
