Rough Day

If our little man looks tired it's because he's had a tough day. Today was our one week check up with the pediatrician. He was poked, prodded, weighed, measured, turned all over, had torches shone in his eyes and then, for good measure, had a heel stick so they could get 5 drops of blood for the second round of the Texas Newborn Screening Program. He cried briefly when the stick went in, but was back asleep by the time the lab tech had got her 5th sample. Little tough guy.

His weight was back up to 6lbs 15oz, which is 4oz up from his discharge weight on Sunday. He measured 21", an entire 0.5" up from Thursday. The pediatrician says he's in the 77th percentile for height and 17th percentile for weight, so he's tall and thin at the moment, though we can't read much into that for now. We got a prescription for him for some antibiotics for his eye. His right tear duct is blocked, leaving his eye a bit gooey sometimes. It sticks closed a little longer than the other. He often has his fists clenched in front of his face when he wakes up, so the effect is kind of like a boxer who's not having a good night. I'll try to capture this on camera, as it never fails to make me laugh.