My Tough Little Guy
So Friday morning we went and Daniel had his 18 month check up. I never know how these are going to go, but I’d say this one was definitely one of the smoothest ones I’ve attended. Before we even got to the exam room, the nurse had Daniel take off his shoes and stand on the scale. Gloria hasn’t done this yet, but Daniel had no problem and the scale read 26 pounds and 2 ounces-putting him right around the 50th percentile for his age.
Then she had me undress him down to his diaper and put the infamous urine bag on him. She took the opportunity to measure him and he was very cooperative. It turns out that he is 33.8 inches long these days which puts his height around the 80th percentile. I don’t remember what his head circumference is. It’s on the paper I brought home, but I’m not going to go find it just so I can post it here, but it’s fine. 
Once all the measurements were completed, the nurse prepared to do the finger prick. Daniel expressed some trepidation when the gloves went on, but calmly sat in my lap and watched in uncomfortable fascination as the nurse pricked his little finger and then squeezed little red “balls” out of his finger and into the straw. He was going to undo the bandage until I called it a sticker and then he was happy with it.
When the doctor came in to examine him, Daniel was very cooperative and spoke to him a bit. The doctor was very pleased with his overall health and development and commented that he was speaking well and a lot for his age. I mentioned something about him trying to identify letters but not really getting them right and he thought that was cute.
Then it was time for the nurse to give him his two vaccinations. I held Daniel’s hands across his chest while the nurse put the shots into his two little thighs. Thankfully, he only expressed surprise and then said “Ow! Ow! Ow!” when the second needle went in. He was very interested in getting more “stickers” on his legs and complained more about the urine bag being removed than the shots. The bag was empty-as usual. He never pees in that thing. As the nurse left the room, unprompted, Daniel waved a sad goodbye to her. By the time we got his clothes back on him and went back to the waiting room, he was all happy again. I don’t think he even made a tear. He’s my tough guy. (Did I mention that Thursday afternoon he fell off the arm of the couch? Onto his head? And Friday morning he was back on it again.)
January 18, 2010 9:58 pm
By Marge/Mom/Grandma, January 18, 2010 @ 10:46 pm
Children are a constant surprise to their mom’s as they grow and develop. I am glad he is a tough little guy so long as he still has tender feelings for his family.