Last Friday, March 5, we took Isaiah in for his first doctor's appointment. It was definitely interesting. With JoAnn we had used a wonderful pediatrician who had done her undergraduate schooling here, but the rest of her studying was done in the US. I don't necessarily think that means she had much better training, but I do think it meant she was much more used to the way Americans think and she definitely was much more used to American products than most doctors here. I was extremely sad last fall when she announced she was going to take some time off from practicing medicine to explore some of her other interests. Anyway, I think she spoiled us. This time we ended up using the doctor that my OB recommended and although she seems like a good doctor, she is much more Filipino than what I am used to. All of this to say when we took Isaiah in at 13 days old, she told us that he had gained 300 grams (11 oz.) and grew 9 cm (3.5 inches). I can almost believe the weight, except that they weighed him fully clothed and with a wet diaper. However, the length seemed really crazy to me. I made a few comments about that seeming like a lot to me and she just kept agreeing that it was a lot. Looking back I should have asked her to measure him again, but instead I just did it when we got home and sure enough, he was no where near as tall as she had said he was. When I measured him, he had only grew 2 cm (just under an inch). Daniel's favorite comment of the day was when he was sucking on his pacifier and put his hand up to his mouth and she goes, "Oh, he already knows how to put his pacifier in his mouth." Um, sure. I don't really think these things reflect on her capabilities as a doctor, rather they just seem more like the Filipino culture to me. Anyway, that combined with how she sometimes struggled with her English made me double think whether or not I will use her for the next few months before we leave. I still haven't made my final decision on that one.
Oh, that story reminded me of a comment that I got from the resident helping my OB when I went in for my 1 week post-op. He saw Isaiah and told me he didn't think it was a good idea to pick him up much because "he's as big as a 6 month old." What! Not quite. I realize he is bigger than most Asian babies, but seriously not that big. Not to mention I'm not really sure how you take care of a baby without picking them up much.
Anyway, those are the little goofy things that happened since my last post and now I'll actually get to the picture I put up. One of my favorite things to do this time of year is to head out to the pool. It has hit hot season, which can get really hot and it is sunny pretty much all day every day. So, really almost ever since I had Isaiah, I've been itching to go swimming, but wasn't really sure how I would be able to watch JoAnn and take care of Isaiah at the same time. JoAnn is getting much better at swimming with her wings, but she still isn't at the point where I would be alright with her swimming without someone in the water with her and I knew Isaiah would want to eat at some point while I was outside. So, when our neighbor texted me and said she was going to be out at the pool if we wanted to join her, I jumped at the chance. It was great to sit outside in the sun by the water. I loved every minute I was out there. JoAnn did the best I've seen her do with her wings. It took her a while but she was able to get pretty much anywhere she wanted to go without anyone helping her. So here the kids are ready to go swimming. JoAnn and her wings and Isaiah under his special UV proof/bug proof cover for his car seat.
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