D-Day is Tomorrow....

Well.....

If you read my post before last of all the things no one tells you about taking care of a baby, then this will come as no surprise....

My little Lilybug turned 4 months last Saturday. Do any of you know what that means??? If you are experienced moms, then you most certainly know what is coming....

The most dreaded part of this mile stone.

Tomorrow, I must carry my sweet little angel to the doctor.

**tear**

Her fourth month visit. This all important visit is going to have a few things happen.

Firstly - they will weigh her chunky butt, measure her little noggin, and measure her height. After taking said measurements, they will then plug the numbers into their little computer and then proceed to tell me where my little one ranks as far as growth....it kind of sucks that they do this, you wait for the little graph to tell you if she's measuring up to the others, hanging somewhere in the middle, or maybe lagging somewhere behind. It's sort of like a report card of sorts. I think that maybe they should just tell you if there's anything to worry about..or tell you every thing's fine. Why is there a need to tell you where you rank in the scheme of things? Is it to make the moms of the higher end kids feel superior?? Is it to have the moms in the middle feel just average?? Or lastly, is it to make the moms on the low end feel like failures?? I don't understand what good it does, exactly? Especially for a new mom, seems we take things harder than those more experienced than us. Is it not enough that half the time we look down on ourselves when we make mistakes??? Just saying......

The worst part of tomorrow's visit will be the second half.......

Shots.

Oh how I really hate these =(

Experienced moms know why. For you inexperienced moms, let me fill you in...

Your beautiful bright eyed baby, will be smiling up at you and is completely clueless as to what's to come. You know. You're dreading it. THEY have zero idea. She/he may not mind the whole measuring,check up part....they deal with it. May be a fuss here and there, but nothing too dramatic.....but it's coming. The drama is about to begin.

Like I said in my previous post, no one clued me in the first time, but this time - I know. I can already see it in my head..

I will be holding the Lilybug. The nurses will come in with two needles...yes, 2. Hopefully no more than that....but I am a first time mom and I could be soooo very wrong. They will make me, lay her down. She'll be smiling up at me with her big blue eyes. Without warning that mean old nurse will plunge sharp object number one into my sweet girl's chunk of a thigh.....her smile will stop...a look of panic will shroud her face....the normally pale cute face will suddenly morph into an awful red...about that time needle number two, will connect with the second chunky thigh. Her mouth will open and ZERO sound will emerge.....her eyes will well up and then she finds the sound to match the scream she's formed on her lips....to me her eyes say:

"Why Mommy?? Why did you let these mean nurses hurt me??"

I know that she really can't think that, but it's what I see in her eyes, her face...

Last time, she looked so pitiful and helpless and I cried just as much as she. I don't presume that this time will be any better. Part of me wants her Daddy to just take her, but that would be wrong. He wasn't present for the last set, but he's insisting on going for the second. I'm not quite sure he really understands what he is in for. Wouldn't surprise me if he breaks down with her and I. I really wish someone would invent some pain free method for these tiny creatures...it's sooo much like torture.

I guess all babies go through his, but it doesn't make it ANY easier...really all I can do is try and prepare her in advance with her Tylenol. Not to mention PRAY that the evening that follows tomorrow, doesn't end as badly as the 2 month shot experience.My poor girl screamed for almost 2 hours straight....inconsolable....miserable....sad. I held her for 2 hours and cried myself when she finally stopped and fell asleep for the night.........

These are the moments that make me dread being a parent =(.