Tuesday was the day parents dread. The 2 month well baby check up. Complete with shots and inevitable tears for the mommy.
Z was a complete trooper. She did not shed a tear when getting her temperature or measurements taken (lil miss gained 3.5 lbs and over an inch in length). She cooed and smiled when the doc checked her out. She started getting a little hungry right before the nurse came back in to give her the first set of vaccines.
I'm so glad the nurse was quick. I remember when JP got his first ones, it seemed to take forever. Like, well over a minute. Z was done within a matter of seconds and stopped crying the second I picked her up.
Of course we had to hit CVS to pick up some Tylenol, then back home to snuggle and nap for the majority of the afternoon.
I'm not going to get on a soap box and grind down every parent that decides not to vaccinate their kids. It's a choice that we made, and I'm confident that it is the correct one for us. My best friend has chosen not to vaccinate her kids, and I respect her decision.
That being said, the last few days have been kinda hard. I could tell that Z was not her smiley self and just felt a little yucky. Luckily, much like her brother, she bounced back within 2 days.
So... as of the 26th of October, I am gallbladderless. Seriously, that organ can suck it... she was no friend of mine. The aftermath has been an eye opening situation. I feel tons better than I really should days after surgery. Needless to say, I am finding out what my limitations are very quickly. I cannot carry laundry baskets. I cannot walk thru Michaels for yarn then survive the rest of the day without a nap. I also can't hang out with my daughter alone for 3 hours without requiring a nap. I kind of feel like a really old lady.... that is awesome and not nauseous and can eat whatever the hell she wants! I'm trying not to get too excited about getting back to running, and just concentrating on feeling better. The recovery process has also held some sadness. I finally realized how bad I had been feeling on a daily basis... how sick I had become over the course of a year. A dear friend told me before my surgery, "You have a rotting organ insid...
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