funny. i blog more now that i don't really have the time than when i had nothing but time.

so, it's friday. i made it another day! littleface had her 2 week checkup this past wednesday. i think it's safe to say she's gonna be one of those kids who absolutely dreads going to the doctor and will let everyone within a 25-mile radius know exactly that.

i don't know what the hell happened. she had a solid 5 hours of sleep before she woke up for her morning feeding. we even got her all cleaned up and dressed in the cutest little hello kitty outfit from her aunt jess [my sister-in-law] with no problems. she stayed awake the whole drive just staring and analyzing all the sights and sounds around her. [she was very reactive to daddy screaming at dumbfucks in front of us.] it was like, one of the best mornings we'd had since we brought her home from the hospital. she started to get a little sleepy while we were filling out forms and waiting to get called back, but Jay kept her awake with his silly faces and the squeaky bunny. i was expecting a visit from the cranky monster by this time, but she was totally fine. then, we finally got to the exam room. after introductions and talking about all things Ava, i started taking off her little boots and socks to get her ready for weighing. i swear, that little bottom lip quivered, i saw the earth split in two, and all of hell broke loose. this was not 'mommy i'm sleepy put the boob in my mouth and leave me alone' crying. i've never heard a child cry like that before. her little face was beet red, gigantic tears flowing, spastic kicking and arm flailing. she was pissed. and of course seeing her that upset made me upset, so there's baby crying, mommy crying while trying to strip the poor baby's clothes off, daddy starting to tear up, and the doctor just staring. Jay asked the doctor to give us a minute to get Ava calmed down. as soon as she stepped out, she was cured.

now, i'm thinking Ava knows something we don't know and i'm ready to get the fuck out of dodge. babies are all-knowing; they just can't talk. the gift is a curse. but Jay was being all....Jay and wouldn't go for it. so, a few minutes on the boob and Ava's good again. Jay goes to get the doctor. when littleface didn't start screaming bloody murder again, i thought we were in the clear. but i don't get paid to think cause i was wrong. very wrong. now, i don't know if it was because the evil doctor lady interrupted Ava while she was getting some boob juice or because Ava knows the evil doctor lady is an evil doctor lady, but something was not right and littleface was not happy. i couldn't stand watching her cry like that so i had to hand her over to daddy so he and the doctor could get Ava through that shit as quick as possible.

the crazy thing is, this was just a general checkup- measurements and physical examination. no shots. we get to that in another 2 weeks. i hope like hell our next visit is nothing like the first one. just seeing her cry and cry and not be able to do anything to make it better just knocked the wind out of me.

somehow, we managed to get through it though. once we made it home, i thought, once again, we were in the clear. while she cried nothing like she had that doctor's, Ava was a grumpy little thing for the rest of the day and all of yesterday. if it weren't for my mom and SIL being around to help, Jay and i would've totally crashed and burned.

i think she's gotten it all out of her system now. we got her down around 7 last night. she woke up at 11 for a clean diaper and another feeding. daddy burped her, put on some music, and rocked her to sleep; she was out from midnight until almost 6am this morning. around 3am, i got up to change her. she looked so sweet and adorable and i wanted to wake her up so badly, but given the past couple of days we'd had, it wasn't that hard to stop myself. today has been really great though. it looks like we're back to our regularly scheduled program and littleface is back to being the sweet, yummy darling she is. it's around bedtime for her, but tonight Jay wants to try and see how long we can keep her awake in hopes of getting her to sleep longer through the night. *eyeroll*[i don't think we're there yet.] we'll see. i just know that if this shit backfires, he's the one who's gonna be dealing with the cranky monster, not me.

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