… unless you’re giving blood. Which I did yesterday.
First the kindly nurse gave me a delectable sugar water cocktail. Then she poked my leg with a gigantic needle and squeezed my leg. I was so tough. Mommy almost fainted when she saw the needle go in but I just kept drooling on my chin and fingers. The nurse put a tiny drop of blood on several strips of test paper and said these were for standard tests. Barely two weeks old and I’m already participating in standardized testing. Mommy is proud.
Today I made up for yesterday’s blood loss by gaining 50 grams of pure muscle. Or baby fat. Whatever. Zachary only gained 10. Who’s the big brother now?!
He still is? Oh. Poop.
Oh Henry, so glad you are gaining weight even though those nurses are taking blood. I am looking forward to our next visit.
Love, Grandma