It never ceases to amaze me, this motherhood gig.
Just when you think you have it all figured out (and trust me, when you have six kids people think you have it all figured out – LOL) God throws you a curve ball. He would be a helluva pitcher in the major leagues.
Pardon the pun.
Today sweet Gianna turned two weeks old. How did that even happen? Here she is in all her cuteness. H/T to my sorority sister and sweet friend Shannon for coming to the house last Friday and snapping some a-dorable photos.
Because Anna-Laura had a well check today and Gianna was with us, I asked if we could do a weight check. Fortunately for us, Gianna passed her one-week visit so beautifully (she was one ounce shy of gaining back birth weight) that we got the pass until the two-month mark. But, as a worried momma, I wanted to check and see if she was, indeed, packing on the ounces.
Anna-Laura’s visit went wonderfully until the doctor mentioned that we needed to do a quick blood draw. It had been a while since we’d checked all her levels and blood panels, so we decided today was a good day. Except, this. We don’t have a real stellar record when it comes to blood and hospitals. She’s a queasy one and I knew I needed to be on guard. It figures that just as the tech comes to get her, G starts screaming her head off.
Stellar timing, girlfriend.
So, while I bounced one in my left arm, I grabbed Anna-Laura’s hand with my right and instructed her to look at me, DON’T LOOK AT THE BLOOD COMING OUT OF YOUR BODY. Look. At. Me.
She did not look at me.
We walked out of the lab and over to the scales. Gianna gained an impressive amount, now at 7.2 pounds. I asked Anna-Laura, twice, to hand me her onesie. She gave me a spacey look, handed it over and then proceeded to nail her head on the scale and fall into a heap in my arms.
Oh y’all. This was a sight. I’ve got one hand on the screaming newborn, another hoisting up my nearly 60-pound kid and desperately looking for a nurse. I finally just resorted to a, “Can somebody help me here?”
Four nurses, a wheelchair ride, two blood pressure checks, a nursing session for the bebe, a bottle of apple juice and a squeeze from the pediatrician later we were on our way back to school. Note to self: avoid the blood draw, bring some apple juice and have my falling arms ready.
Motherhood. Always an adventure.