I am absolutely sitting the eighteen month appointment out, because, after this morning, I think I've earned it.
That kid, she is not a fan of this whole doctor thing, at all. She was fine when I got her up this morning. She was fine in the car on the way to the office. She was fine in the waiting room at the office. The minute we hit the exam room?
Hysterics.
My poor, sweet, independent child clung to me like I was the only thing standing between her and absolute destruction. The nurse looked at her? Tears. The nurse tried to take her temperature? Screaming. The nurse tried to measure her head? Body flailing.
And it didn't stop for almost an hour.
Even when we were in the room alone, between visits from the nurse and doctor, she would calm down for a few minutes (while doing that heartbreaking hiccup-breathing that always follows a crying fit), before dissolving into tears again for absolutely no reason that I could see.
When the nurse finally came back at the end to give Brigid her shots, I prepared myself for the next level. I held her down, tried to tell her it would be ok, and waited for the screaming to reach the 'I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I CAN'T BREATHE' point...
...but it never happened!
Of course, she cried through the shots, but she wasn't crying any harder than she had when the doctor was listening to her heart. And as soon as the nurse put the band-aids on her chubby little thighs? Brigid was over the entire experience. I picked her up to put her jeans back on her? She started laughing. Apparently, the anticipation of what was coming was so bad that she worked herself into a frenzy, only to decide at the end that, eh...it wasn't so bad.
DRAMA QUEEN!
Anyway, Brigid weighed in at 24lbs 6oz (75th percentile) and was 30 1/2 inches long (50th-60th percentile). Head circumference was 47 1/4 cm (80th percentile). And the doctor said to give it another couple of months on the talking, because her understanding of everything seems fine, she's just not verbalizing anything yet. Which is exactly what all of you told me yesterday (thank you, thank you, thank you for the kind comments/emails!!!). And it's exactly what I've been telling myself. So I'll hold my freak-out in check until our next scheduled visit.
Honestly...I can't imagine where Brigid would be getting the drama trait from...
YAY!!! My daughter can be like that too with the doctor. Funny, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteBut yay that you don't have ANYTHING to worry about. :)
Hope you have a great weekend!
HAHAHA- any time Little S. is overdramatic, hubs looks at me like, "Thanks, babe... this is the part of you our daughter has nailed." :)
ReplyDeleteOkay fine, so I'm a little melodramatic. It never hurt anyone, right?
Little S. is a saint at the doctor's office. It's so strange as I was the exact opposite. I was the Brigid. :) LS just smiles and giggles and watches the shots happen like it's nothing. Soooo strange.
Glad everything is fine! :) She sounds like a perfectly healthy little girl!
Oh boy! I am NOT looking forward to the days when Landon knows what will happen at a doctor's office. And 24 lbs!? My God, my child is a monster. 8 months - 22 lbs.
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