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what does a 27.75" long, 16 lb 2 oz, 9-month-old
baby look like after a poopoo explosion at the
doctor's office when mom doesn't have a
diaper bag 'cause she left it at daycare?
a little like this. cute robe tho.
john had his 9-month checkup this morning. the great news: clean bill of health, he looks great, doc says he's doing everything right and just keep on keeping on. he's 16 lbs 2 oz and 27.75" long, so still very small on the charts but growing well and looking fantastic.

the messy news: when the daycare teacher says "i just changed him a little while ago but do you want me to check him again before you go to the doctor?" the answer should ALWAYS be yes. even if you think you have a diaper bag in the car. because you don't have a diaper bag in the car. so when his poopy diaper is FULLLLLLLL and you get the the doctor's office and try to change him, there WILL be a poopoo explosion with casualties including all of his clothing, socks, the paper on the doctor's table (thank goodness it's disposable anyway), etc. if you are very lucky (i was) the doctor's office will have spare diapers, and an adorable baby hospital robe so he doesn't have to hang out naked. if you are INCREDIBLY lucky (i was) no poopoo will go on your work clothes and you can return to the office unscathed.

the bad news: at 9 months he had to visit the lab to give blood. they had to take blood from his arm and it would seem that he has his mommy's small tricky veins. it wasn't easy and he was VERY upset but they got what they needed so they can check him for anemia, lead, etc. all routine. mom did pretty well not freaking out when he was screaming ... but my heart definitely was breaking for him. glad we don't have to do that often!!!!
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