Owen had his first pediatrician appointment today. He did really well. Okay, he cried a lot, but he was very cooperative during his exam, and considering he had three vials of blood drawn and three shots, he really weathered it like a champ. No need for the papoose during the needle portion -- we had a great nurse who drew blood with such skill that he never even flinched when the needle went in.
We'll get results next week. They're going to re-run all his known Vietnamese tests as well as check to see if he was ever immunized for anything. Then we'll know what we're dealing with and go from there. But the doctor, herself an adoptive mom who now specializes in adoption medicine, said he looked great. We're just keeping our fingers crossed on the bloodwork.
Then we went to Trader Joe's to stock up on provisions, and it was like we were back in Vietnam, drawing attention with our handsome little guy. We haven't gotten this kind of reaction at my local Giant, but we had a couple people come up to us and ooh and ahh over Owen and politely acknowledge our status as adoptive parents.
But it was kind of funny. Owen and Dad had selected a snack, some white cheddar "Buried Treasure" (cheese-flavored corn puffs), and Owen was holding the bag and trying to get into it when one of the admirers pulled her cart next to us.
She cooed over how adorable Owen is, but asked him archly, "What's that you've got there? That's not really a very healthy snack for you, you know."
WTF? We just smiled and nodded. Of course, I never think of anything to say at the moment, but I wish I'd said something like, "'Oh yeah, lady? Well, a couple weeks ago, he was eating food off a Vietnamese orphanage FLOOR, so let him have his damn cheesy puffs. Oh, and MYOB."
Trader Joe's Buried Treasure have no trans fats, only 1 g of sugar per serving, and 3 g of protein. And Owen scarfed them down on the ride home.
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Hi Bonnie,
Just wanted to say how much I've enjoyed reading the blog and how happy I am that things are going well. Owen is such a cutie!
I can never think on the spot of the right thing to say to such interfering people, either. But certainly a boy who a few weeks ago felt compelled to save food in his cheeks for later deserves a few, well-earned cheesy puffs.
Send Owen to me for a weekend and I'll teach him how to tell that nosy &#%#$%#@(%*&@#% where she can put his cheesy puffs.
Love,
BAD Auntie Melinda
P.S. I'm also going to teach him to be a RAVENS fan, so go ahead and take all those DEADSKINS shirts back to the LOSERS' stores where you got them
This had me laughing out loud as I read it! I cannot believe the woman had the audacity to say that to the little man! I'm with you ... MYOB Lady.
Lynn
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