A Good Check Up

 

Fiona had an appointment today with her pediatrician. She doubled her birth weight and now weighs seven pounds and five ounces (3.3 kilos). She is 20.75 inches long, meaning she grew three fourths of an inch in less than two weeks! Now I know why she’s been so hungry lately.

Another exciting thing about her length is that she is now on the growth charts for her actual age. She is in the third percentile, so tiny, but none-the-less, she is on the charts. Her weight is not even close, but closing rapidly. She’s long and thin.

I asked the doctor what are the chances that she will grow to be a supermodel, but he said it’s too early to tell.

Today we visited the Public Health Office and obtained Fiona’s birth certificate so that John can start the process of getting Fiona Canadian citizenship. We’re still deciding whether to also her her Israeli citizenship, making it possible for her to live and work in three different countries and carry three different passports.

Speaking of Israel, in the mail we received a package from my Aunt Nurit. She sent us two Baby Einstein DVDs, both in Hebrew. Baby Beethoven and Baby Mozart. I can’t wait to watch them. I’ve never seen Baby Einstein, so I have no idea what to expect.

My dad already sings to Fiona in Hebrew and these DVDs will expose her to more. She may not be fluent in it when she grows up, but I want her to at least recognize it and understand it. That, and all the Yiddish phrases that I use regularly.

At the doctor’s office Fiona got her HIB vaccination and the nurse put this band aid on her after.

Last, here is a photo of Fiona in an outfit that is allegedly sized for newborns. It sort of fits her in the length, but two of her would fit in the width. It’s from Target and made by Circo. I think the manufacturer thinks all babies are born weighing ten pounds.

I was so happy that she spent most of the day without throwing up on it, but alas, no luck. She marked this one as well. She’s been the Spit Up Queen lately. In the doctor’s office, I was holding her and she spit up in my shirt. It was a v-neck and the vomit went right into my cleavage (yes, I actually have cleavage now), narrowly missing the shirt itself. I told the doctor that at least I wouldn’t have to change and he said, “Yes, it’s gross but convenient!”