Yesterday was one of the most trying experiences I’ve had in awhile. I had to take both kids to their new pediatrician for overdue checkups and immunizations, and thank goodness my mother was there to help me. Otherwise … I don’t know. It would have been a hot mess. And it already kind of was.
ONE hasn’t had a round of shots since he was really small, and we have been dreading this day. He’s just … dramatic. He doesn’t handle pain well. I know he’s only 4, but any kind of discomfort is a P-R-O-D-U-C-T-I-O-N.
He gets this from his daddy.
I sincerely hope he grows out of this eventually because I don’t have the tolerance for it. I have horrible bedside manner. It’s something I need to work on. Thankfully TWO is more stoic, and he recovered quickly. I won’t bore you with the painful details, but we were at the doctor‘s office for 3 sucky hours total and we ended up leaving before we finished with the lab work because none of us could handle being there for one more minute.
We‘ve got ourselves some healthy boys. Here are the stats on both of them:
ONE (4 years old):
Height – 3 feet, 5.5 inches – 69% percentile
Weight – 42 lbs – 86% percentile
TWO (14 months old):
Height – 31 inches -88% percentile
Weight – 25 lbs – 61% percentile
MOMMY (32 years old):
Certifiable Insanity – Crazy – 99% percentile