There're targets to meet at work, and that by itself is stressful enough. Now, there's yet another target to meet, set by the PD, that is, Caryn have to gain at least 500g per month.
My tiny, little Caryn weighs 5.2kg at 4 months and is still at the 15 percentile. Hmm... is the pink weighing scale at the hospital inaccurate? Maybe I'd put her on the blue weighing scale during the next visit.. hehe.
Length-wise, she's ok as she's at the 50 percentile.
But her arms & legs looked quite chubby, although not very chubby, I mean she doesn't look as though she's underweight. Anyway, PD suggested we start her on semi-solid, ie cereal.
When it's time for the jab, I knew exactly what to do. Judging from the previous experience that she would stopped yelling with the pacifier on, I stuffed the pacifier into her mouth even before the needle poked her this time.
Guess what? I was right! When the needle went through, she was shocked for a spilt second and recovered almost immediately by sucking the pacifier. No cries. No sound at all, except perhaps the sound of sucking.
Wow! PD says she's a brave girl.
Wow! The wonders of a pacifier, thank goodness! I thought to myself.
