My mom left to go back to Illinois this morning. I usually get a little teary-eyed when I say good-bye to her, but today was a hard good-bye. Two other hard good-byes were when she left my dorm my first year of college, and when she left my apartment when I moved out to Yuma. I do think I cried the least with this one of the three, but probably because I am too exhausted to cry! :)
Later this morning Buddy had his first pediatrician appointment. My sister-in-law was kind enough to go with me to be an extra pair of hands, which was definitely necessary with his monitor, the rainy morning, and the lack of close parking spaces. I didn't know what to expect, but when I got there I was informed that it would be treated as his 2 month check-up. I know he had around the clock medical care for the first several weeks of his life, but I feel a little ripped off that the literature I received when I left the office was about my 2 month old child when developmentally he is still in negative weeks. The doctor also pointed out where Buddy is on the growth chart. Not on the chart, really. She said he says some catching up to do. Duh. The doctor was really nice and answered the questions I remembered to write down; I guess I just expected something a little different, a little more individualized since he isn't your typical baby. She also thinks he should be gaining more weight, so we have to go back in a week for a weight check. He is 5 lbs 9.5 oz today. He received his immunizations. I hated watching him cry with them, but he got over it pretty quickly. Then we were sent back to the hospital (grrrr) to get a state-required blood test where Buddy had his foot pricked and pinched for the millionth time in his life. The shots have made him very sleepy, not very hungry (great for the weight gain, right?), and a little fussy - sad, pitiful fussy not angry fussy. He is passed out here on his boppy looking so cute that I must log off and go over and kiss his sweet little head.