Oh, Daddy...
I know I just wrote yesterday, but I have to tell you a story that just can't wait.
Mama and I were having a very nice afternoon today. It's been sunny and warm, and I feel much better than I did yesterday. We settled in for my lunch, and Mama opened up a new book. I was having a great time, getting some good food, Mama was enjoying her story. Totally normal lunchtime. I stopped eating sooner than normal, and I tried to tell Mama that I felt funny, but all that I could say was “Uhn!” Mama peeked down at me. “You okay, sweet pea?” she asked. And then it happened. I exploded. No, I erupted. Mama says there was a rumble from my bum that she felt clear down to her toes, and then my diaper overflowed. It came out the front, the back, and the legs. Daddy, there was molten-lava-poo everywhere. In three seconds flat, the entire lower half of my onesie went from white to dandelion yellow. Mama's eyes got really big. “Wow,” she said, “that was...I don't know what that was.” Then she stood up, and saw that I got her pants and her shirt, too. We were a huge mess! I don't know if it was from the vaccines, or what, but it was all over the place.
But that's not the best part of the story, Daddy. The best part is that we were in the bookstore.
Mama kept her cool, like always. She wrapped me up in a blanket and whispered “I sure hope they have a changing table here!” As she picked up our stuff and turned to leave our table, a nice grandma lady saw me and said “What a sweet little...oh my!! Well, they do that sometimes, don't they?” Mama just smiled and crinkled her nose. “Off to find the ladies room!”
We cleaned up pretty well. I had an extra outfit in my bag, but my blanket was a goner. Mama wiped her clothes off as best she could, and said it was probably time for us to leave, anyway. We bought two books (I think one's for you) and returned home. I was sad to leave the bookstore. I really like that place.
That's about it for now, Daddy. I hope you have a good time at work. Just remember that even if you have a poopy day, it's probably better than getting pooped on in a bookstore.
Love, Piper
P.S. - I think I'm ready for the next size of diaper.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Some days hurt more than others
Hi Daddy!
Mama can say what she wants about how well I did this morning, but the bottom line is that the day really sucked. I'll tell you about the good stuff first, before I complain about the bad.
We went to Dr. T's office for my two-month visit today. They did a lot of stuff to me! First I got weighed and measured. I'm 8.5 pounds now, which puts me in the 25th percentile. That doesn't even take into account my early four weeks, so that's a really good number! I'm about 20 inches long, but the lady pulled on my leg a lot, so I think I'm actually a little less. The doctor said that I'm just perfect for my height/weight ratio. I don't know what a ratio is, but I like the fact that it's perfect. The nurse said that I have the perfect head, too, and I told her that I get it from you!
That same nurse checked me out from head to toe. She even looked in my diaper, which was a little weird, but Mama said it was okay. I guess they have to make really sure that I'm a girl. She shined a super-bright light in my eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. I didn't mind one little bit, and I'm glad that Mama took care of my milk-boogies in the waiting room. Then the nurse put this round thing on my chest, and it connected to a tube that went up to her ears. Very strange. I had some tummy time, too, and the lady said that I did a great job lifting my head. "Duh!" I thought, "I've been doing it for, like, a month!"
Then a new nurse came in. Mama told me that she was going to give me a shot. I didn't know what a shot was. Mama told me that it would hurt, and it would make both of us cry. I'm glad she told me the truth, so I could get ready for it. It did hurt, but I only cried a little and Mama didn't cry at all. I let out a really long wail that started out loud and ended as just a little squeak. My face turned bright red and got all scrunched up (must they put a mirror on the exam table?!). Surprisingly, I felt pretty okay when we left. When we got home, I ate and then took a nap. Daddy, when I woke up I felt awful. I've never felt so bad in my whole life. All I could do was cry. Mama held me a lot, and even offered me extra food, but I didn't want it. It's too hard to yell with your mouth full. So Mama just kept rocking me and telling me I was okay. She was crying too. “I wish I could make it better, baby, but I can't. All I can do is hold you and love you.” I got to nibble on some ice chips, and Mama put a cool washcloth on my head to help with the fever. Even though it didn't make the yuckies go away, it sure calmed me down.
So now I know what a shot is. It's where you get stabbed in the leg with a needle, and they put stuff in your body that makes you feel like crap, and then you and your mommy cry for a long time. Mama says that next time, you're taking me.
Other than that, things have been okay while you've been gone. We sure wish they weren't doing construction on the house, though! I can't wait 'til you get home, so I can show you my big smiles and my almost-laugh. I smile when Lola licks my face, and I frown when Mama doesn't get me quickly enough when I'm hungry. I've gotten so big, I've grown out of all my preemie clothes. I'm nearly too big for my newborn diapers, and most of my hats are too tight.
I'm sorry that you have to be gone to New York and Chicago, Daddy, but thank you for taking such good care of us. It's nice to have girl time and it's even nicer when we get to welcome you home. Safe travels and I promise to write again soon.
Love, Piper
P.S. - Mama says to hurry up and come home so she can read book number 5. I sure hope you know what she's talking about, because I have no idea. I'm still working on "Goodnight Moon."
Mama can say what she wants about how well I did this morning, but the bottom line is that the day really sucked. I'll tell you about the good stuff first, before I complain about the bad.
We went to Dr. T's office for my two-month visit today. They did a lot of stuff to me! First I got weighed and measured. I'm 8.5 pounds now, which puts me in the 25th percentile. That doesn't even take into account my early four weeks, so that's a really good number! I'm about 20 inches long, but the lady pulled on my leg a lot, so I think I'm actually a little less. The doctor said that I'm just perfect for my height/weight ratio. I don't know what a ratio is, but I like the fact that it's perfect. The nurse said that I have the perfect head, too, and I told her that I get it from you!
That same nurse checked me out from head to toe. She even looked in my diaper, which was a little weird, but Mama said it was okay. I guess they have to make really sure that I'm a girl. She shined a super-bright light in my eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. I didn't mind one little bit, and I'm glad that Mama took care of my milk-boogies in the waiting room. Then the nurse put this round thing on my chest, and it connected to a tube that went up to her ears. Very strange. I had some tummy time, too, and the lady said that I did a great job lifting my head. "Duh!" I thought, "I've been doing it for, like, a month!"
Then a new nurse came in. Mama told me that she was going to give me a shot. I didn't know what a shot was. Mama told me that it would hurt, and it would make both of us cry. I'm glad she told me the truth, so I could get ready for it. It did hurt, but I only cried a little and Mama didn't cry at all. I let out a really long wail that started out loud and ended as just a little squeak. My face turned bright red and got all scrunched up (must they put a mirror on the exam table?!). Surprisingly, I felt pretty okay when we left. When we got home, I ate and then took a nap. Daddy, when I woke up I felt awful. I've never felt so bad in my whole life. All I could do was cry. Mama held me a lot, and even offered me extra food, but I didn't want it. It's too hard to yell with your mouth full. So Mama just kept rocking me and telling me I was okay. She was crying too. “I wish I could make it better, baby, but I can't. All I can do is hold you and love you.” I got to nibble on some ice chips, and Mama put a cool washcloth on my head to help with the fever. Even though it didn't make the yuckies go away, it sure calmed me down.
So now I know what a shot is. It's where you get stabbed in the leg with a needle, and they put stuff in your body that makes you feel like crap, and then you and your mommy cry for a long time. Mama says that next time, you're taking me.
Other than that, things have been okay while you've been gone. We sure wish they weren't doing construction on the house, though! I can't wait 'til you get home, so I can show you my big smiles and my almost-laugh. I smile when Lola licks my face, and I frown when Mama doesn't get me quickly enough when I'm hungry. I've gotten so big, I've grown out of all my preemie clothes. I'm nearly too big for my newborn diapers, and most of my hats are too tight.
I'm sorry that you have to be gone to New York and Chicago, Daddy, but thank you for taking such good care of us. It's nice to have girl time and it's even nicer when we get to welcome you home. Safe travels and I promise to write again soon.
Love, Piper
P.S. - Mama says to hurry up and come home so she can read book number 5. I sure hope you know what she's talking about, because I have no idea. I'm still working on "Goodnight Moon."
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