My Medical Trauma!

Ok, so I am not a huge fan of my parents this week, I am sure most of you thought this would come in the teenage years, but let me tell you my side of the story and you can judge for yourselves.

Wednesday night is when things started - Mom was feeding me and cuddling like usual I was relaxed and enjoying my time with her. She started to give me what felt like a nice hand massage, taking each of my fingers and making a clicking sound. I did not know what was coming - she CUT me!!! Yes people the woman who loves me unconditionally cut my finger with the nail clippers, which are obviously a baby torture device, and since I am a girl, maybe I like long nails. I guess I have no say.

The event by itself would not be bad, and truth be told Mommy felt horrid, i think she cried with me, and I certinly will remember her promise to do anything to have me stop sobbing!

The next day was wonderful I hung out with Mom and watched as she cleaned the house, a good time always. Then they both bundled me into the car and went get shots....at this time I had no idea what this meant. We get there and like usual I get weighed, yeah 9lbs! I am getting big, and I am 21'' long now - watch out Cyrus I am catching up.

Then we went into a room and I got to sit on Daddy's lap, when the lady who seemed nice jabbed me twice in one leg and once in the other. What the hell sort of plan is this, I am not exposed to any diseases I am a BABY!

And now you are all thinking I must be done, Nope I had to go to the Children's hopspital, which is very cool, they have 2 cows on the inside and lots of fun toys and bright colors, and a very funny Dr. who looked at my hips...If I had known it was such a big deal to be bum down in Mommy I could have moved, just no one ever asked! So my hips seemed ok to the ultrasound lady and the Dr who made great faces at me, I will know when I go to the Dr on Monday, but it should be an ok appointment, and then I get to see Aunt Sarah!!! Yeah.

My Grandpa was at the ultrasound and that was really cool I was able to make him put my suckie back in my mouth 127 times in a row, and never a complaint - that is the sign of a good grandparent.

Well so that was my week, getting stabbed and rotated and cut and measured by all sorts of people, but I am pleased to report I am fine, Mommy has a small complex about cutting my nails, so I currently have a couple long, a couple shots and one small wound, I am sure she will get back on the wagon one of these days - or maybe make Daddy do it.

Calgary today is crazy, there is a ton of snow and it is cold so I am spending the day inside in a fuzzy sleeper and just doing nothing.

I also wanted to mention how much I have been smiling, and starting to coo a lot more, Mom and Dad just love the sounds and their faces light up whenever I smile at them, they are so easy to please.

Cass