2 Month Check Up

Yesterday was a big day in the world of Jason. Matt added him to his Page 2. That means more COLA (Cost of Living Allowance) for us. Cha-ching! Then we enrolled him in Tricare. Yay for military health care. Some people complain about military medical but I am seriously grateful for it. I can only imagine the hospital bill I would have received after spending a week there from Jason's delivery. Wheeeeew- wee.

Anywho, after enrolling Jason in Tricare and assigning him a Pediatric Doctor, we applied for his Tourist Passport. We had to wait a month to get his Birth Certificate before we could apply for his passport. What is really weird is that his SSN is currently 000-00-0000. Jason doesn't have an identity yet for the United States. It's one of those weird things about living abroad. First we have to get his Birth Certificate, then apply for his passport. Once he has an "overseas identity" he will then be granted a Social Security Number. Seems SO backwards, but whatever floats their boat.

Jason went to his two month check up last Friday. He has grown 2 inches, measuring up at 22 inches, and he has put on THREE POUNDS! Now weighing 11 lbs 2 oz. After getting checked out the next thing on our list was shots...

Poor, sweet, angel baby had no idea what was coming. Jason received THREE shots back to back. Daddy had to hold his legs/knees to prevent Jason from kicking and bending a needle in his leg (standard preventative measure). Two shots in the right thigh, and one more on the left. He was SO not happy! Daddy quickly scooped him up and calmed him down. Cried for about two minutes before he could catch his breath. My heart broke for him.

Since Matt got to play the bad guy, it was only fair to let him soothe baby Jason. Jason slept, ate, and slept again. For some reason, three hours later he woke up wailing. Assuming the Tylenol wore off. Jason wailed and flailed for an hour. We gave him another dose of medication and kept trying to get him to stop crying. He cried so hard he gave us the quivering cry. Don't you know how much that breaks my heart? I run upstairs and get his bathwater ready. It's a couple hours earlier than we normally give him a bath, but I'm willing to try anything to get him to calm down. No sooner did he touch that warm water did he stop crying. A sigh of relief over came Matt and I. Jason took a nice long bath, put him in some jammies, and got ready for bed early.

He woke up today back to his good self.