I’ve written before about how terrible I feel for my pediatrician. He’s a wonderful man who has helped me through many issues with my 2 kids – as small as a cold and as big as David’s hospital stays for uncontrolled jaundice. He is patient, kind, knowledgeable and funny, and I am unbelievably annoying to him.
When you have your first child, you are expected to call the pediatrician with stupid questions on a frequent basis. Even with the convenient answers google provides, new moms everywhere completely freak out over every little thing that happens with their baby. And that’s ok.
I’m on baby #2 and I’ve become more annoying.
Baby #2 should be easy, right? I mean, I’ve already successfully gotten one kid past her first year mostly unscathed, so this should be a breeze. Only he’s the exact opposite of Sofia in every single way. Is that even possible?
Sofia was a terrible sleeper and so is David. But whereas I had a hard time getting Sofia to sleep and needed to rock her for a half hour minimum to get her in her crib, David goes to sleep easily just by putting him in his crib and walking out of the room. He just won’t stay asleep. For more than 3 hours at at time.
Sofia was a good eater and so is David. Sofia would eat anything I put in front of her (until age 2), but only small amounts. This boy of mine is insatiable. There is no amount of baby cereal and fruit/veggie that is enough for this kid. And he would nurse 24 hours a day if I let him.
Sofia got her first tooth pretty late in the game. 8 months old. David? At 4 months he started cutting his first tooth and now it looks like 3 are coming in at the same time.
Get the idea? So because they are so different, everything David does strikes me as abnormal and warrants a call to the doctor. Calls that are met with patience but I know what he’s thinking.
Get a grip, psycho.
And even though I know I’m annoying him and my ‘issues’ I’m calling about are non-issues, I call. Like, once a week. Someone please stop me.