Piper's finally starting to feel a little better today. She wasn't yesterday afternoon, so we called to see if we could get into the doctor this morning. I figured that, our luck, she'd get really sick over the weekend and end up in urgent care instead, so we might as well try and out-smart it this way. And besides- Piper thought she'd miss her beloved doctors if she had to go a full two months without seeing them.
And so, since we went in, of course she feels better. Go figure.
She weighed in at a whopping 10 pounds 2 ounces today. Peanut.
Anyway, her doctor isn't convinced that her problems this week aren't caused by her gallbladder. Oh, joy. So, we're starting her on a new medication that should help out, if that's the problem. We go to see the GI doctor on the 27th; I'm glad that we're already starting with him, especially if this is related to that. On the upside, she doesn't think that she's contagious, so maybe I can get out of the house this weekend (which I'm really glad about because we have a baby shower to go to tomorrow!).
I mean, really-- is this the face of a sick kiddle???