Baby's Day Out

Woo-hoo! We left the house today! And it wasn't just to go to the doctor! Keri came by and the 3 of us went and had lunch up at International Mall. Mia did so well. She was wide awake for most of it, taking all the strange sights and sounds in and loving it. She fussed a little when we got our food, but no biggie. But by the time we left she was over it and letting everyone know. I just laughed all the way back to the car, under the watchful eye of many super South Tampa mommies and their fancy pants Kate Spade diaper bags.

Yesterday was a different story. I went in for my post-pregnancy check-up and Mia did not want to be there. No way, Jose. It started in the lobby. She was fine once I scooped her up and paraded her around on my shoulder. Then my name was called and she wouldn't let me put her down, so I got my blood pressure and iron levels checked with her in the right-handed monkey clutch. She wailed the whole time I submitted a urine sample. I'm sure everyone in the lab got a good earful, oh well.

And when it was time for my exam, well she didn't want to sit in her carseat. I was mortified but had to hold her on my chest with my legs up in stirrups, otherwise she was screaming bloody hell. One of the nurses held her so I could get dressed. The best part is, as we were leaving there was a young couple, as well as a few other soon-to-be mommies out in the waiting room, staring at me and my hysterical baby, terrified. "Look what you have to look forward to!" I can't wait for this phase to be over.

On the way out of the office the front desk handed me a letter my doctor typed up for insurance/disability purposes. I think this one is going in the scrapbook:

Marisa had a separation of the symphysis pubis, postpartum hypertension, elevated liver enzymes, a persistent urinary tract infection and a fractured coccyx.

When Mia is 14 and telling me she hates me, I'm whipping this document out. Oh yes. Matter fact, she'll get a copy with every birthday card.