I took Eloise in for her two month appointment this morning. I love her pediatrician. Well, I pretty much love her. There has been a few things that rubbed me the wrong way (like being told I had to night wean or else I would ruin Iris's teeth or that she could start on cow's milk at nine months) but all in all she is a great doctor.
Eloise is above the 95th percentile for height and weight. I was curious to see, as she was born right at "normal" for weight. Now she's off the charts! Woo Hoo! Her pediatrician just asks "breastfeeding? co-sleeping?". She also just lets parents let her know what they want to do about vaccinations. I decided I wasn't ready to make any decisions today and she said it was fine, to let her know when and what I choose to do. No pressure, no tsk-tsking, no nothing. Just respecting my choices, cause, you know, I'm the mother and all. I had an interesting conversation with Matt about vaccines last night. I had never known this, but he would prefer to vax on the CDC's recommendation and schedule. Neither of us have very passionate stances on vaxs, just falling on different ends of the spectrum. It makes it easy to talk about, but hard to come to any conclusions that we both feel completely comfortable about.
In another interesting sleeping twist, Eloise fell asleep at 9 pm last night and woke up to nurse for the first time at 4:45 am. Of course, Iris slept in so late that I had to wake her up to get her to pre-school on time. Every day is a crap shoot around here!
And in totally, totally unrelated news, Jeffrey won Project Runway last night and all I have to say is "what the hell?!?!" I couldn't stand him. Yes, he can design amazing clothes, but he's an asshole. I wish that ANYONE but him would have won. Especially Michael. He is super adorable. Grrrr. So if anyone reading is a PR fan, please, feel free to weigh in.