Poor little guy must have remembered the doctor's office, because as soon as I laid him down on the paper liner he got this really scared look on his face and started crying. I felt terrible. He used to not mind when the doctor would look in his ears and mouth, but not anymore. I think he must be scarred from his hospital trip. Of course, this visit wasn't a nice one either. He had to get two more pokes.
Note: I must have heard the doctor wrong at his two month check-up, because they said he fell in the 25th percentile for weight back then too. He was in the 50th percentile for length only. Oops! :)
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