Yesterday Molly had her 18 month check up with Dr. Havlik. She cried. It was sad. As soon as she realized that we were there for more than just looking at the fish in the waiting room fish tank, she didn't want anything to do with it.
As soon as we entered the exam room, she started crying. She cried on the scale. She cried at the doctor. She cried at the nurse. She cried at her flu shot. She cried through her marshmallows that we took to try and make things better . . . . sigh.
The good news was that all of the tears and sniffles were actually relaxed enough that the doctor was able to do his exam and she sort of cooperated. She was not near as fiesty or "violent" as the ear doctor said she was a few weeks ago.
Here is the report:
Age: 18 months
Height: 32.5 inches (75th percentile)
Weight: 24 pounds 3 ounces (49th percentile)
Head size: 17.9 inches (22nd percentile)
Overall she is healthy and doing well. If you notice her numbers, she is shrinking. Perhaps she is going to end up being less giant like her mom's family and more average like her dad's family. Either way we love her and will keep her.
The only interesting Dr. Havlik comment of note was, "Does she say any words?"
"Yes."
"How many?"
"Maybe 10."
"Well I was looking for 6, so tell her to slow down."
"Um . . . ok."
Since then, I've been trying to count the number of words that she can say. Here is the current list:
1-Mom, 2-Dad, 3-Molly, 4-Please, 5-Stuck, 6-Keys, 7-Shoes, 8-Yes, 9-No, 10-Bye-Bye, 11-Cheese, 12-More, 13-Hi . . . maybe a couple of others.
Now she doesn't have to go to the doctor until her 2 year old visit. Hopefully by then she will get over her paranoia of the doctor's office and realize it's not that bad. Although, I really can't stand going to the doctor's either. Maybe it is all my fault. Oh well.
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