This week has been rough. Although we've been having a pretty good run with the introduction of solids, everything else has been out of whack. It all began with PK's 6-month visit to the pediatrician on Monday. As part of the visit, PK got her 6-month shots. That included one shot to each leg (DPT and another vaccine), and the optional rotavirus vaccine. This would be the last dose for the rotavirus vaccine.
As usual, PK was weighed and measured. She now weighs 6.6kg and measures 67cm. She is still on the 75th-percentile for length and head circumference, and 25th-percentile on weight. Overall the appointment went quite well - except for the part where PK got jabbed once on each leg. At her 2-month and 4-month checkup, I had the pediatrician give her the rotavirus vaccine after the leg jabs, since the rotavirus vaccine is oral and seemed to calm her down. Not this time. After the leg jabs, PK was frantic. She was inconsolable. She refused to take the rotavirus vaccine. It ended up in her mouth, but I don't even know if she swallowed it. Her face was all red, and she just screamed and screamed and screamed, refusing to take a bottle. I'm just thankful that my mom was there with me, so that she could calm PK down while I asked the doctor a list of questions which had been piling up over the past 2 months.
By the time we left the doctor's office, PK was significantly calmer. She fell asleep in her stroller. When she did wake up, she looked around quietly. She was very mellow. Unlike her 4-month shots, she didn't freak out that night, so we didn't need to give her any Tempra. That was a relief, since I'm not a big fan of giving any medicine to babies unless I really really need to.
Although it appeared that PK had gotten over her shots, she was awfully fussy the rest of the week. For one thing, Monday night, Tuesday night, and Wednesday night, PK kept waking up between 3 and 4am for a feed. This was a huge surprise for us, since she hasn't been doing that since November. Wednesday night was particularly bad, because she woke up at 10:30pm, and again at 4am. While Thursday night didn't have any actual wake-ups, we did have to run up to her room at various points in the night to put her soother when she started moaning through the monitor. No diaper changes were required, but it is quite exhausting to run up and down stairs to get to and from her room at various points in the night.
To top it all off, PK appears to have a bit of a cold. Knock on wood here, but it seems to be mild - it's mainly just an occasional cough, but I think it's enough to affect her eating habits. As an aside, I think she caught this cold because people kept showing up sick (and/or with their sick babies) to music class. Since the babies share instruments, it was inevitable that PK would eventually catch someone's cold. To top it all off, I also have a cold. And I am a VERY grumpy person when I'm sick.
Anyway, I digress. Thursday was rough for feeding. She just didn't want to take all of her bottles. We normally give her between 200 and 220ml when she first wakes up and then between 160 and 180ml throughout the day. She ends up taking 5 bottles in total each day. On Thursday, she still had her 5 bottles, but she never wanted the entire bottle. She'd start each bottle off with lots of gusto, and then would stop when there were 60ml left. Most of the time, I'd manage to get her to finish off the bottle, though it would sometimes take me 2 hours of alterating between playing with her and offering her the bottle. Other times, I'd be left with 60ml of formula in the bottle, and there was no way that she was taking it.
Friday was a slightly better feeding day - she took all of the formula in her bottles, though it did still take some coaxing to get her to take the last 60ml. I don't know what the deal is with the last 60ml. Uncanny! I did get really worried at one point early in the day, however, when I noticed that PK wasn't peeing as much as she usually does. She had 2 completely dry diapers out of 4 diaper changes. And out of the two wet diapers, one wasn't very wet. Naturally, I was a bit worried about dehydration, especially since she had been really fussy about taking her bottles the day before. Fortunately, the problem seemed to have corrected itself, so I didn't have to call the pediatrician or anything.
For a while there, I was starting to think that PK's bottle fussiness was a result of teething. I know, I've said this many, many, many times, and yet, no teeth! She kept swishing the nipple over her gums, and she kept biting on her wooden toys, so the signs did point to teething. That might even explain her so-called "cold". But no teeth yet, so I was probably wrong...AGAIN!
PK ended up only having 4 bottles in total on Friday. This was partly due to the fact that she slept right through one of her feeds. She had an extra-long 2.5-hour nap, which RARELY ever happens. Since PK had such a nice, restful nap, she was quite playful afterwards. Unfortunately she had a total meltdown in the evening due to some nasty constipation. A glycerine suppository saved the day, and after a late-day assisted poop, a bath, a bottle, and a good burp PK went down for the night in a very peaceful manner. I just hope that she sleeps through until 7 or 8am so that we can catch up on some much-needed sleep tonight.