The day started really sweet with lots of smiles ...
Of course, I had to get a little help from one of Landri's big brothers. Laken was a big helper!
But just when I thought it was all under control, she had a blowout. I'm talking FULL diaper ... and stinky!
I was good, though, because after cleaning her up with multiple wipes, Landri was still smiling! I was thinking, "I can do this!" Then she got hungry. I had survived the morning well with mama's breast milk, but how would she take the bottle?
I told Laken I needed to feed Landri, and he said, "You don't have a big girl boobie, dad!" Ha! After a a good laugh and a little explaining, I fed her the bottle with no troubles. What a good girl. I was sittin' pretty at this point, so I loaded her up and took her to the 2 month doctor visit.
I told Laken I needed to feed Landri, and he said, "You don't have a big girl boobie, dad!" Ha! After a a good laugh and a little explaining, I fed her the bottle with no troubles. What a good girl. I was sittin' pretty at this point, so I loaded her up and took her to the 2 month doctor visit.
Dr McGehee was very gentle with her, and she didn't seem to mind the exam much at all. But then he ordered her to have 3 immunizations.
Ouch! Three shots in her little two-month-old legs ...
... and she DID NOT like that at all. Neither did Laken. He cried because he felt sorry for his sister ... what a sweet boy! Of course, then I had two kids to console while flying solo.
She was pretty fussy, deservedly so, after we got home, and I thought I was in BIG trouble. This is where I would REALLY miss Leigh Ann, and it WAS rough at first. She took her bottle well and fussed while I tried to get her to sleep, but finally she gave it up.
I thought I was in the clear, but she woke up hungry ... again. This spelled T-R-O-U-B-L-E because there was no more milk thawed out. So I scrambled to get it ready ... while she was wailing. The milk didn't settle her ... YIKES! It must be the pain in the legs ... I thought. Finally she took the milk with the recommended dose of Tylenol mixed in, and she fell asleep on my shoulder ...
... then she smiled again.
Flying solo is a piece of cake.
Ouch! Three shots in her little two-month-old legs ...
... and she DID NOT like that at all. Neither did Laken. He cried because he felt sorry for his sister ... what a sweet boy! Of course, then I had two kids to console while flying solo.
She was pretty fussy, deservedly so, after we got home, and I thought I was in BIG trouble. This is where I would REALLY miss Leigh Ann, and it WAS rough at first. She took her bottle well and fussed while I tried to get her to sleep, but finally she gave it up.
I thought I was in the clear, but she woke up hungry ... again. This spelled T-R-O-U-B-L-E because there was no more milk thawed out. So I scrambled to get it ready ... while she was wailing. The milk didn't settle her ... YIKES! It must be the pain in the legs ... I thought. Finally she took the milk with the recommended dose of Tylenol mixed in, and she fell asleep on my shoulder ...
... then she smiled again.
Flying solo is a piece of cake.
