18 Month Check Up

Man was I dreading this visit.

After our brief trip to the pediatrician last month for the weird tongue thing, I knew she remembered the place and disliked it.

The doctor said it was normal for the 15 and 18 month checkups to be ugly.  He said almost every single kid throws a fit.

So I tried to prepare her a little.  We've been talking about being brave and been practicing measuring and looking in ears and stuff.

I thought it was all for naught when she just flatly refused to walk down the hall when her name was called.

And then she screamed when the nurse weighed her and took her measurements.

But, after the nurse left the room we talked a little bit about the doctor coming and that Dada was a doctor and that he just wanted to look and see how big she was.  We played with his scopes (shhh don't tell) and I let her look in my ears and eyes with them.

She even mustered up a smile for her official picture.

Then, as we ate snackies and waited she started saying "Doc".  It seems so obvious as I type it but, at the time, I didn't immediately understand what she was saying.  She just kept saying it while she was eating her snacks.

FINALLY (and I'm sure that's what she was thinking), I put it together and agreed with her that, "yes, we are waiting for the Doc."

Still waiting.

So I was all like, new word?  Lets grab it for the blog.

Shortly thereafter, he came in and she did great....

for the looking in the eyes and ears.  Then he wanted to, ya know, touch her and she threw a little fit.  But quickly recovered.

She is 32.5 inches long (75th percentile) and 21lbs 13oz (46th percentile).  He said she's a little wobbly when she's "running" but nothing to be concerned with.  She is also significantly ahead language wise.

He knows this because when he was done checking her and she'd started to calmly snack next to me she said, "Mama, bye bye.  Inada." (If you remember, Inada means I'm all done)  He said that it was very impressive that she could string that many words together and that he understood everything she said - that she basically just passed her 2 year old language checkpoint!

So she might look drunk but she'll sound sober.

And then...

The shots.  I hate shots.  Molly loves them.

Kidding.

As soon as the nurse came back in, she screamed and clawed up my body like she was running from a bear.  Wait, she likes bears.  Like she was running from a new bathtub toy.

We got through it.

I think she almost puked from crying after it was all done but she didn't.

Win!

Next checkup isn't until 2 years so cheers to that.