Wyatt's 4 month (sort of) well visit

Poor guy has had one AWFUL month with sickness and it continued on Monday when he had to go to the walk in clinic because he wasn't eating much and hadn't been all weekend.  They said his ears looked perfect, praise the Lord, but his throat was really red.  So another round of antibiotics....

The poor guy has only slept through the night a few times since he got home from the hospital and the frequent nighttime diarrhea has definitely not helped.  So when I tell our NP that, she gives me this uh-oh look and says she is afraid it might be C-diff and that they need a sample to run tests on....  Well guess what that entails... yep, me scraping doo off of his butt and putting it in a canister, can you say Yipee?!?  I pretty much beg Wyatt to please poop before we leave the doctors office but he sweetly tells me that no it's not going to happen, I'm going to wait so that you can have the character building experience of collecting poop on a stick!  

Then comes the fun part, shots!  Normally Clay and I attend these together because I refuse to be the one that holds him when they stick his poor little legs.  Well Clay said he deserves a bye on this one since he had to hold him down through the whole IV experience at the hospital.  I can hardly argue with that, plus it is his "prince week" so he gets to go hunting without any fussing or guilt trips from me....

So Wyatt unleashes the fury on that poor nurse who I think has the worst job in the world, making kids cry all day.  Thankfully it is only for a minute or two and then he immediately falls asleep.  Poor baby!  

Wyatt has grown a lot since his 2 month well visit.  He is 2.25 inches taller and  4 lbs heavier!  His demanding to be fed in the middle of the night has really put on the pounds!

Stats are:
Length - 25.5 inches 75th percentile
Weight - 15lbs 15 oz - 60th percentile

I think they said his head was 14.25 but not really sure I can't be trusted to remember things correctly if they aren't written down.

So three hours after I left work I return to joyfully anticipate the text from his daycare telling me to come and scrape poo.  Fun times I tell ya!