15 mo.

Yesterday we went for miles 15 mo. check up. It was supposed to be a few weeks ago but we had to reschedule for yesterday. I think I posted about our experience last time. Anyways, when I was rescheduling, his dr didn't have anything til the end of the month so I was kind of excited to try out the lady in the practice who I know from when I worked at primrose. Nicest person ever. So his appt was at 3 and so I picked him up from Linda's at 2:40 and was there on time. Ben was able to sneak out of work and meet me there. Now it's almost 3:30 and we still hadn't been called back. I really didn't want miles running around trying to talk to everyone in the waiting room but that is pretty much what happened. Finally we got called back and m was just a different boy this time. He wouldn't sit on the baby scale, so he stood on the big boy scale. He didn't want anything to do with the nurse. Didn't want to get measured, temp taken, anything. We got him calmed down after she left and then the door opens and in walks m's doc, the man not the woman. I said "um I didn't think we were seeing you today?". Anyways I told him the story and was honest about miles having a terrible time at his one year checkup. He said its normal and that he sees kids like miles react that way because they're so independent and are used to doing their own thing. he said he sees it especially with little boys. Poor miles. He freaked out even when the doc was trying to listen to his heartbeat or lungs or whatever he was trying to hear. Miles was like a caged animal crying crocodile tears. Felt so bad for him. Then the nurse came in, gave him a shot in each leg, and we were finally out of there at 4:15. In five years I'll look back at this and say no big deal but right
now my heart breaks for little m.

I've been with him all afternoon and he has no appetite, a little fever, and doesn't want to play.

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I wrote that on Wednesday night. Fast forward to Saturday night. Little guy is all better, but still getting those nasty molars.

Here is a pic from earlier in the week:



And here is one on Wednesday afternoon:



Is it not so sad? I toyed with the idea of doing some research on homeopathy. Just kidding, it would be our luck that one of us would get some wacky disease. We made it though! Praise sweet Jesus for giving us a little patience and for Starbucks! (and when we go at the time miles wakes up, it's so early you don't have to slow down through the school zones.) Woot woot!

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