Yesterday was Simon’s 15 month appointment with the doctor and it was one for the books. I’m sure it didn’t help that he didn’t really get his morning nap, and that his afternoon nap was cut short by being mostly undressed and having a thermometer stuck in his nether parts. But things didn’t really get any better from there.
I’m pretty sure that no mom likes to hear that the doctors are worried because 1. her baby has not gained much weight in nine months or so and 2. despite the fact that he communicates quite well with his hands, he is now a candidate for early intervention because he has no recognizable spoken words. I’m not really worried on either account, because Simon is a healthy, cheerful, energetic, curious little boy. The lack of weight gain between his last two appointments could easily be because he started walking and, as I said, he communicates really well. But I am willing to follow the doctor’s orders and get his hearing screened (although I do I think it is a waste of time because Simon can obviously hear just fine — he responds to orders like a champ) and make him drink more whole milk and complex carbs to see if he can’t pack on some pounds.
But that wasn’t all. To add injury to insult, they stuck 5 needles in his arms (3 vaccinations, 2 to draw blood for an iron test — they didn’t get enough from the first arm so they had to stick his other one as well). It was a rough three-plus hours at the doctor’s office, so we tried to make him as comfortable as possible once we got home. He slept like a rock last night, but when he woke up this morning he looked like this:I don’t know how it happened, but doesn’t he look like he got in a fight? I guess he kind of did . . . .