Two month appointment

Today was actually Rowan's two month appointment. We had placed some bets on how much we thought Ro weighed and we were all way over. Little man only weighs 11lbs 11oz, 50th percentile, and is 23.5 inches long, 75th percentile. He is just a little peanut. He is meeting all his milestones and got five different vaccines today, four shots, one oral. He has been the crabbiest, saddest little boy all day. The boy who doesn't really like to be cuddled had to be held and eventually I had to resort to the baby restraint of the swaddle to calm him down. This is the last weapon in the baby soothing arsenal. Rowan has never liked being swaddled, not even as a brand new baby, but it did the trick during the ultimate freak out this afternoon.

When I finally, at 4:45, got him to sleep I decided to go back and read Zane's two month appointment blog to compare the boys stats. I should preface this by saying that I have never gone back and read any blog posts from pretty much the first six months of Zane's life. I take comfort in knowing they are there so that if at some point I want to look back and see what happened I can, but for now I am fine with trying to forget most of that time. I didn't think reading Zane's two month update could be that bad. Boy was I wrong. I immediately regretted that decision. Turns out Zane had a heart condition that was quickly getting worse. His two month vaccines made him miserable as well, but during his crying/fussiness his hands and feet turned purple. Then there was the haunting ending of said post " The next month is going to be one of the hardest of our lives. I can't even imagine what the third month update will entail." Written, on August 19, 2010, with the thought that Zane would have surgery in the next month. Turns out the the next month entailed, not my son's open heart surgery, but the loss of my father. Hence why I don't read those blogs.

So the take away is this, Zane was two pounds heavier and half an inch longer at this point in his life than Rowan is now. He had been to a ton of doctor's appointments and we were just waiting for him to get big enough for surgery. I was in a very dark place already and it was about to get worse. My assessment that I don't remember what we did during that time is accurate. None of the happenings in that post were familiar at all. Most importantly it is yet another reminder of how truly blessed we are today. I don't take the health of my children for granted, for a second. This maternity leave, what with its fair share of struggles, has been one hundred percent easier than Zane's with very few tears. Just as I had hoped. The screaming baby will pass, his little legs will feel better, and all will be back to normal. In the words of Zane, " not yet....soon."