Sophie had a doctor appointment today. I got to take her alone because Ben was attending a lunch. Because we only have one car, my mother came over this morning and I drove her to work. She got to see Sophie hyper and in a wonderful mood. She adores her granddaughter and I think she likes us, too.

After dropping mom off we headed to the doctor’s office. This means that Sophie skipped her morning nap. I plunked her in her stroller and began feeding her a breakfast bar. She also had a sippy cup of her favorite smoothie juice. As soon as we sat down, a little boy came up and just stared at her. Then he started touching her. Then he tried to take her toy, her breakfast and her sippy cup and tried to get into my purse. When he started to climb into the basket of the stroller I stopped being so polite and told him to stop. Finally I heard a mother across the room lazily call his name. She never once came and stopped him but just sat and watched the DVD that was playing. (By the way, now I want to see Madagascar 2.) We got called back and I got to escape the little wretch. Sophie threw her first fit when we tried to lay her on the scale. She weighs 20 pounds and 3 ounces. We think she’s about 32 inches long / tall but by that time she was arching her back and screaming. She’s eating so much but is still very long and lean. We waited a little longer and got called back to a room. She was tired and cranky by this time and nothing I did could placate her. When the doctor came in and tried to examine her…wow. Sophie just lost her mind. He raised the stethoscope once and she screamed directly into it. He snatched it off of his ears but I think they’ll be ringing for a while. She threw us both off when he tried to look into her eyes and ears. It took two nurses and me to hold her down while another nurse gave her 4 shots. (3 in her legs and one in her arm.) I kept watching to see if a horde of angry demons came clawing out of her mouth to attack everyone for damaging their host. I’m pretty sure you could hear her in the parking lot. After that, I had to take her to another man to get her finger pricked. By the time we left, my shirt was covered in snot and tears and Sophie was still heaving with sobs. At home she ate a bottle and passed out in her crib. She’s up now and playing with her Daddy’s socks.

I should be going to my own doctor appointment this week. Hopefully the next post will be all about the new baby.