First piece of good news: Ellie weighs 12 pounds, 3 ounces and is 24 1/4 inches long; this puts her in the 95th percentile for each. Ryan and I now fear we have a lot of basketball or volleyball games to watch in our future. Wait, that doesn't sound like good news...
Second piece of good news: Eleanor has a good tolerance for pain. Is that good news? I don't know. But for some reason I felt proud that she hardly flinched during her vaccines. And those were three pretty big needles.
The third piece of good news: I'm not crazy! I have been completely justified in my assessment that Ellie is not normal! I have described Ellie as kind of a fussy baby and Dr. Jasani agrees - and not only because Eleanor had a mini "Mommy must hold me" breakdown. After describing Ellie's eating and sleeping habits, the Doc thinks it's clear she has reflux (of the silent, doesn't-barf-a-lot-nature) and more importantly, that we really need to, and can and should, work to make it better. So, she's now on the most expensive formula anyone could ever get away with selling, though because it's the fancy hypoallergenic sort, our insurance will pay for it (along with the Prevacid she's now prescribed). Slightly convenient that she has such discriminating taste that we won't have to pay for her food! Now if only Ryan and I could get our fancy meals covered by our insurance. I for one find anything made with truffle oil to be medically necessary; it really does a lot for my mental health.
Clearly the reflux has not kept Eleanor from gaining the necessary cheek-chub.
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