Ian went to the doctor for his 21 month checkup this weekend. He did really well! His 18 month appointment was fraught with toddler angst (yes, it’s a thing). He didn’t trust the doctor; he didn’t like the nurse; he just didn’t want to be there. Period.
But this time around, once he got past his initial trepidation, he was great. So here are his stats:
Weight- 25 lbs (25th percentile)
Height- 34 in (70th percentile)
He’s still our stretch string bean!
During this checkup they also did a brief autisum questionnare/screening, and he passed…no indicators of autism. It’s basically a list of questions with yes/no answers and you self evaluate your child. I have no doubt that our results are correct (he hasn’t given us any indicator at home that would make me question it), but I wonder how well these self screenings really work. I wonder if as parents we tend to overestimate (or maybe even overstress?) and see things that are or aren’t there? I’m sure there’s been some type of study or analysis done on this, but it is something that popped into my mind as we were filling it out.
Anyway, after all that, there was a quick developmental screening. Basically, they interacted with Ian and asked him to perform various tasks so they could make sure he was on track. And he did great! He even surprised us with some of the things he was able to do. For instance, they gave him a baby doll and a toy bottle and asked him to feed the baby. Jon and I looked at each other skeptically, but Ian didn’t even hesitate He put that bottle right up to the baby’s mouth- who knew he could do that!? Another one of the tasks was throwing and kicking a ball. I think he took the nurse off guard with his throwing skills because he about knocked her out with the tennis ball. She laughed, but I don’t know that she was really all that amused…
Afterwards he had to get one shot. He laid down fine and watched the nurse put on her gloves, no problem. But then she pulled out the needle and stuck him, and he was (understandably) NOT happy. And you know it is going to happen- the cry, scream, freakout, whatever- but it doesn’t make it any easier to watch. Or to handle. He was writhing pretty well when she was trying to apply the bandaid- that also took her back a bit (“Wow! He is really strong! Dad, I need some help here- hold him still”). Even with the three of us holding him as still as possible, she still had a miserable time getting the bandaid on and eventually just gave up. Then I scooped him up and gave him a hug and a kiss… and he was over it. As quickly as it came on, it was done. He had recovered enough to even tell the nurse “bye bye!” as she left the room. Wish I still bounced back that quickly!
After checking out and getting the coveted doctor office sticker (this time he picked out a train sticker), we headed home. One more successful pediatrician visit behind us…a million more to go. But I’ll worry about that in 3 months (or the next time he gets sick). For now we’re just happy our boy is healthy and doing well: a parents dream.