This morning Abigail and I took Adele back to the Pediatrician to see if she had gained any more weight. Annnnnnnnd…….. SHE HAS!
It seems she has gained about 3.5 oz each day so far. C-R-A-Z-Y! That being said, we’re grateful for your prayers, advice and support since Friday and Saturday were pretty rough days in the Criner house.
So – here’s a picture of Adele with a bow again… I’m going to have to get used to this.
Today we’re taking Adele to her first Dr. apt. Nothing is wrong or out of the ordinary, we’re just doing our first checkup for her. This is to check to see if she has Jaundice. It’s pretty common in newborns, but according to our Pediatrician on Thursday, Adele seems to be clear – but we were asked to come in regardless… SO – we’re taking a little trip BACK to the Hospital for this routine checkup!
UPDATE
We went to the Adele’s Pediatrician and they became pretty concerned about her weight loss. In total she has lost about 10% of her birth rate which was a little more than they like for newborns to lose. So, we then saw a specialist who recommended a pretty intense amount of formula in conjunction with normal feeding… so this is what we’ve been doing today… lots and lots of feeding. Adele seems to be handling it pretty well, and is still sleeping REALLY good too.
So, we’re adjusting to the new way to feed, but Adele seems to love everything! Evidence is the picture below!
Yesterday we visited the doctor at the new Hillcrest Hospital here in Waco, TX. It’s quite a stunning place honestly. I suppose anything new like this would be nice, but it really is cool. Everything is new… even the soap! 
Moving on, Abigail and I were sitting in the waiting room and we noticed a very large man with some flaming tattoos on his right and left arm. He was a large man – not fat large, more like muscular. He had hunting boots on too – which is typical for this area.
They had a newborn male child and a little girl, about the age of 2. She was sweet, but full of energy. I could sense in the young parents the slight frustration they were facing because well, she was being a little loud – but nothing to become upset about… at least in my opinion. She’s 2. She’s in an office that has chairs lining the room like a gym. I was becoming restless.
At any rate, as the young girl kept making noise, while also playfully dropping her toys onto the floor, and had received some strong words to not do such a thing again. At one moment the Father angrily said this to his daughter, along with her reply (which caused me to whence and then become angry myself):
FATHER: “If you go near your toys I will break your arm.”
DAUGHTER: “Yyyyyou won’t break my arm….” (voice trailing)
FATHER: “Oh yeah?! I’ll show you!!” (in which he forcefully grabbed his daughter’s arm at her elbow and hand and began to act as if his intentions were to do the very thing he had threatened her with)
At this, I looked over and she began to cry, but he laughed – attempting to make a joke out of it as if he would never do that… although he apparently knew how to do it. Nevertheless, inside I was angry. Inside I was P.O.’d and I was going to take my 180 190 pound frame and punch him in the face…
and……..
I didn’t – our name was called so that we could go meet with our doctor. But I was angry. I didn’t show it… but I wanted to punch that guy in the face and express to Abigail that I would never do that to her or our little baby girl. Upon entering into our car, Abigail shared her fear for that little girl and we talked about how we will not do this to our sweet baby… so help us. May God have mercy on us, this man, and others who face such fear of their Poppa Daddy’s.
grace.