What a trooper! Not only was Maxon totally alert during the appointment this past Friday but he made hardly a whimper throughout the whole ordeal. He weighed in at 7 pounds and 2 ounces, a gain of 6 ounces since we all left the hospital last Sunday. He also managed to grow an entire inch, coming in at 20 3/4 inches. The doctor seemed more than satisfied with his progress and said he was “thriving”, which you have to know the internal sigh of relief I breathed with that analysis. The last part of his appointment was a newborn screening blood test. We were all prepared for him to scream bloody murder but Mike had him comfortably napping and he only flinched for the heel prick and then a little whining but then right back to sleep. Take that, howling 2-year-old in the next chair. His next appointment is at the two-month mark, which seems so odd to me. They’re really trusting us with him for that long? Unchecked? I guess they’re trusting the parents for this little one. Scary.