18 Month Stats

Have you ever gone into the doctor's office and as you are sitting in your room waiting for the doctor to come in you hear a child that has been crying from the moment they get into their room until probably the moment they get outside into the parking lot? And although your heart goes out to that child and its parents, you just wish the crying would stop? Well we would like to start off this entry by saying that we will NEVER schedule a doctor's appointment for Isabelle between the hours of 12 noon and say...4:00pm, ever again as that crying child we just spoke about was Isabelle yesterday.

We arrived at Kaiser at 2:00 for her 2:15 appointment. We were not taken back into a room until 2:45 and then not seen until almost 3! With Isabelle's nap time normally being at 1:30, by 3:00 things took a turn for the worse. We stopped at the scale on the way to our room and Isabelle got right up onto it for the nurse no problem (23.6 lbs-38th percentile, still a little peanut). But when it came time to have her height (32 1/2" tall-72nd percentile) and head circumference (48 cm-52nd percentile) measured, she wanted nothing to do with being touched by anyone but Mom. Not even Papa would suffice this time around! That my friends, is when the "18 month check up meltdown" began.

We got Isabelle undressed and she finally started to calm down and started smiling again especially when Michael showed her "Jared"; this stupid, singing happy face application that Michael has on his iPhone that I was actually glad to see at that moment. Dr. Diab came in about 10 minutes later and although he was light hearted and playful with her, as soon as he wanted to look in her ears, the floodgates opened once more and out came the tears....huge crocodile tears. He did a quick check up while having her sit in Papa's lap instead of on the table but still every time he touched her, she'd cry. Through the sobs and tears, we were quizzed on how she is doing and developmentally, Dr. Diab said she has meet and exceeded all of the 18 Month goals/milestones.

Then came the fun part...the HEP A and the Influenza shots and worse off, it was my turn to be the bad guy and hold her while she got them. The nurse came in with Tylenol, which was extremely hard to get down a crying, wiggly child but we did it, 2 syringes and a new book for Izzy to distract her (which failed miserably) and then, boom-boom (enter Isabelle's screams here) it was done. By the time we got Isabelle dressed and ready to leave her tears were gone but that heart tugging, semi-sobbing, catching your breath after a long hard cry shudder was still there and remained with her until we got home. As soon as we got her home she was whisked upstairs to bed and within 2 minutes after laying her down, our little one was fast asleep.