Emily's First Checkup

We went to the doctor yesterday. We were told to go at the two-week mark, but when Ann called to make that appointment they said “two weeks? No, you need to get her in after two DAYS!” So we went in.

My little girl had jaundice, a broken clavicle, and fungus on her tongue. That’s pretty impressive for 8 days old. I felt like we made a bad impression with the doctor. 8 days and the kid’s already in crummy shape. The Social Services people are probably parked outside my house in a pizza truck with a satellite dish on it, watching for signs of abuse.

We had to put her in indirect sunlight for the jaundice, the broken clavicle happened at birth and is actually fairly common. We just have to pin her arm to her chest for a few weeks. The tongue fungus (and as a result, Ann has a nipple-fungus) we got a prescription for and should go away soon.

Of course, Emily doesn’t know any of this. She’s just a happy little baby girl. She’s had a pretty steady stream of visitors, and as a result, a steadily growing list of admirers, since she got here. She’s still sleeping, eating, and testing out the limits of our Diaper Champ. So far it’s solid, and can hold many of the little packages Emily creates, which are roughly the size and shape of White Castle cheeseburgers.

So she’s accident-prone. Big deal. At least we know she’s part Sullivan now...