2-year check up

Baby did great at the Doc's office yesterday for her 2-year well child check-up.

All systems "Go!"


I spent the week talking about how fun the visit with the doc will be because she'll look into Anna's eyes and ears and check her belly and stuff. And how she'd stand on the scale like a big girl now (no more baby scale). Anna'd ask me for "more" and I'd tell her the plans all over again. I'd tell her the doctor loves her and wants to give her hugs and help.

At one point she asked to go to the doctor now. I explained we had to wait till Tuesday.

Yesterday at the appointment, Paul and I played hand-off between our work schedules. He sat with her in the waiting room for about the hour the doc was behind. I came in and he left and so I was the one in the doc's office with her. While waiting in the exam room, I played with the doc's eye and ear scopes, hoping to get Anna familiar with what the doc was about to do. She didn't even want to touch either! She was more interested in the books in the room. I asked if she was ready to see the doctor. "Noooo!" she replied. Ugh.

Doc P came in all smiles and talking to Anna. Anna was hesitant. But then Anna showed Doc P her new Penguin shoes and there they bonded :) Anna let the doc look into her eyes and ears, and listen to her heart and belly while she giggled. As for opening her mouth: the doc got about as far as I usually do. We had to pry it open!! The doc confirmed it was a drag I had to literally hold Anna down to brush her teeth, but it was necessary. Actually her response was, "Oh, how unlucky you have one of those!!" She sympathized in a tone of voice that reminded me there are lots of other moms unlucky in this area too. Cool.

She said the top final molars were still coming in (WHAT?!) and the lower gums may be a little swollen...

TIME OUT. I thought we were done with the top molars and starting on the bottom.

Crap. I hate teething. It will never end.

The whole appointment went really well. Till the nice doctor left and the mean nurse showed up with a syringe full of Hep A vaccine.

Injection.
Screams.

Leaving the exam room with wails till I remembered where the sticker box was.

Then SpaceDaddy showed up for extra hugs and a hand-off so I could get back to work in time for a meeting. She was rewarded with Chic-Fil-A and Daddy Day.

Last night I got home just in time to read her a bedtime story (and administer new eye drops as a preventative for what may either be pink eye or allergies. Oh SUPER, SUPER fun.).

I read to her about Whinny the Pooh. She asked if she could have some honey. I told her she could have some on her waffles :) I didn't remind her she hated it.

We talked again about the doc's visit because she totally dug the review. She asked to go to her bed (tired!) and I sang her a few rounds of Wheels on the Bus, Old MacDonald ("E-I-O"), and I Know You (Sleeping Beauty, still her favorite movie). Usually she asks me to kiss both hands and both feet, give high fives, fist bumps, hugs and then kisses before exchanges of "I love you" and "Night night" as I leave the room (it's a process, you know). Last night I think she was half asleep at the first hand kiss and offered up nothing else :)

BTW, Spacetoddler is 75th percentile for both weight and height. That's my girl!