Ha! Free time. As if!
Anyway, we took the tiny Cheeky Monkey and Troll Doll babies in for their four month appointment. Many questions had I for our intrepid doctor. Not least of which was a) why is Logan screaming like a nut job? and b) is he OK? He's kinda...small.
Well, to make a long visit short...(Why do you have to wait ~20 between seeing the nurse and seeing the doctor, anyway? Are they getting a verbal summary from the nurse? If that's the case, why don't they just show up 5 minutes after the nurse has taken vitals and get the rundown from you directly? But I, as usual, digress.) the doc thinks that Logan's eczema is making him crazy uncomfortable and thus screamy and recommends a whole whacking lot of prescription strength cortisone 4x/day as well as an anti-histamine, 2x daily. Mmmm mmm! Drugs!
So far? Still screamy. Just the smallest bit less screamy than two days beforehand. Not anything like Ali's screamy, for which I remain utterly grateful. I'm so sorry Ali!
As for his growth, she says he is tracking exactly the same as Emma. The only difference is that on the boy charts he comes up short while Emma is 50th percentile all the way across. They both gained about 33-34 oz since the two month visit.
- Height: 24" 50th
- Weight: 13 lbs 13 oz 50th
- Head: 16 1/4" 50-75th
- Height: 23" 3rd
- Weight: 13 lbs 9 oz 25th
- Head: 16 1/2" 50th
Emma's eczema is much better than Logan's so she just gets slathered with lots of regular lotion at every diaper change. Or almost every diaper change because sometimes I just can't remember to grab the lotion. At this point, I can't remember if I've had conversations with Eric or not out loud. I'll think something or the other, in my head, but then will have to make a conscious decision to say whatever it is out loud because I can't remember whether or not I've already said or asked whatever was on my mind.
I'm not even talking about anything earth shattering, either. Just simple stuff like, "Hey, did I tell you the mail came? You just won a million dollars!" or "Hey, did we move the laundry from the washer to the dryer?" or "Hey, don't we have another kid around here somewhere?"
Short term memory loss: very sad. It's worse when I'm out in public, picking Caitlin up from school. Damned if I can remember if I politely asked whomever I'm standing near (RBMs: Random Blonde Moms, as Eric calls them. He thinks they all look alike. Not you, though. You're cute!) whether they've had a nice day or how are they doing or whatever the "normal" schoolyard chatter usually is. I made a point of saying it out loud and checking in that I hadn't already asked and then forgotten. Whew! Hadn't!
Yes, I'm that weird and tired. I shouldn't be allowed to operate heavy equipment.
Twins: side effects include utter exhaustion. Do not operate heavy machinery. This means you. Yeah, you. I'm lookin' at you, kid! Get outta da car!
Um...where was I?
Yes! Doctor's visit. Fabulous. The twins are fabulous. Strong, perfect health other than the eczema, both totally within "normal" parameters for height, even if I'm kinda fretting over Mr. Third Percentile. Considering the amount of times he nurses, one would think he'd gain more weight. I'm telling you, smiling must burn an awful lot of calories!
They got their second set of shots and again I split the 4 shots into two different visits because I'm paranoid like that I and I like to spend more money. Ehn, money. I'd rather spend it on important stuff. Who needs new shoes, anyway? (Me! That's who! Dang!)
No teeth were visible to the doc, so either I was completely wrong about potential early teething signs or...I don't know what. Grumpy babies. Caitlin didn't teethe until 12 months, but she's only one data point. We'll see. Oh yes, we shall! And I'm certain that when we do there will be crying and screaming and gnashing of baby teeth on my poor nipples. Yeah, we know how that goes around here!
Four months? How'd we get here so fast, anyway?