The Good News:
Noah had his 8 week appointment today and, despite his parents' near constant concern about weight gain and successful nourishment, he's doing great. His doctor commented that he's gaining weight like a formula fed baby. I'll take that as a compliment.
Here are his stats:
The 8 week appointment brings those nasty vaccinations. The picture pretty much speaks for itself.
The nurse actually congratulated me when it was over for not crying. Um, I forgot I was supposed to. I guess I was just so focused on what she was doing and how Noah would handle it, that I forgot to shed a tear. Or, maybe I was saving those tears for 2 a.m. when he's sad and hurting.
We're doing lots of cuddling, sleeping and loving around here...and very much looking forward to about 48 hours from now when he'll surely be feeling better.