With 2 children I understand that it takes a bit more to get ready and out the door. So I have been trying to plan to leave at least 15 minutes earlier, so worst case scenario, I leave 'on-time'. So far, it works well and we'll see how it continues. This past Monday that is just what happened - we left 'on-time' and arrived in the parking lot giving us only 5 minutes to unload, walk in, pay and sit. Not wanting to lug in the double stroller for the short walk into the office building (and knowing that their rooms are not always condusive to fitting big strollers), I opted to carry both boys. Honestly, I normally wouldn't carry Logan (and yes, I know, only a few weeks after having a c-section I understand that I shouldn't really be carrying Carter in his carseat, much less Logan as well, in my other arm...but I feel great, have zero pain and a Mom's gotta do what a Mom's gotta do). So I got Carter's seat out, then tried to wake a sleeping toddler so he might try to 'walk' in...but I just ended up carrying him as him walking in the cold after being woken, will definitely not be a fast pace. I truck it inside - keep in mind that Logan still really hasn't woken up and is wobbly in my arms. As I walk in, an older lady commented to me that 'you Moms have to be really strong these days'. I chuckle, say 'yeah' and smile.
We get inside the building and pop into the pediatric door. I check Logan in and pay our co-pay. Now trying to be as prepared as possible, I was smart enough in the car to remember that we had a co-pay and thinking ahead thought how much time it would take me to put Carter and Logan down, take my 'hands free' diaper bag off my back, search for my wallet and pull out my money...so I took the money out in the car and put it in an easily accessible pocket. Well, at check-in, Logan really was just waking up and when I attempted to put him down he got whiny, so I was feeling pretty proud of myself for making my co-pay easily accessible. Okay, we then go to sit in the 'well-visit' area (since I don't want to put any of us near the germy kids that are there because they are sick). I saw another girl in there so I knew that we'd have time to sit down, take coats off, familiarize ourselves with where we were and I could explain to Logan what is about to happen....no such luck. My bum was halfway to my seat and they call 'Logan'. Ack. So off we go to the doctor office. Naturally, the nurse does half the checkup, so I can't even use the time waiting for the doctor to ease Logan in. (For the record, in the past he never really cries at the doctor office with the small exception of 15 seconds after he gets a shot...but who wouldn't cry?)
The nurse instructs me to strip Logan down to his diaper. Logan wasn't pleased with this. Amidst his whiny/crying/short bursts of screaming, she is asking me all kinds of questions...how much milk does he drink (which I apparently still need to cut back a bit, which still baffles me...but whatever), is he saying words (yes!!!! and not just sign language), is he off the bottle (goodness yes...that was many moons ago) and a host of others I cannot recollect. We also managed to stretch him out, against his will to get his height. At first she measured and he hadn't grown at all...then a re-measure and he grew a quarter of an inch...apparently these past 3 months he felt he was tall enough. :) Then I plopped a whiny child on the scale and thankfully her part was over so I could cuddle him and calm him down. Here are his stats:
24 pounds 1.5 ounces (40th percentile)
33.25 inches (94th percentile)
Head: 18.75 cm (60th percentile)
I did check again with the doctor that it is okay that his percentile for weight went down and he is still so tall...again, reminded me that the percentiles don't need to be around the same and Logan is growing more like a 'running back' than a 'line backer'...or something like that - I don't remember the football positions he referenced but basically he is tall and thin and that is A.O.K.
By this time Logan and I talked about where we were and what was going on and we pointed to the wall paper border on the wall - he was calm and things were good. He was even fine with sitting on the table. He was cool when the doc walked in the room....however as soon as the doc put on the 2nd rubber glove, he wanted out of there! As I half held him on the table, the doc did a 'quick check' of breathing, ears, nose, mouth and a few quicks pokes. I brought up Logan's constant diaper rash (I believe it is due to teething, which is all the time, but it looks so bad and while I put diaper rash cream, aquaphor or cortizone on it and it clears it up for the moment, I don't want to constantly put this stuff on...and when he gets in the bathtub, sometimes he itches it like crazy! I feel badly for the little guy). It seems that every time I bring up this rash, the doctors say it is more of a yeast infection and they sound like they want to give me a prescription for it, but they always seem to forget. So he did mention a prescription and I did remind him at the end of our visit to give it to me.
The only other question I had for him was Logan's new wake up time of 5am...give or take 15 minutes each way! I practically begged him to tell me it was a phase and he badly wanted to tell me it was. The doc was then on his way and gave Logan an elmo sticker that said 'I visited my Doctor'.
The nurse then came in to give Logan one shot (a 3-in-1). He cried for a moment and then was fine after I picked him up. Thankfully through all of this, Carter just slept.
So all packed up...back out to the car we went. It was kind of an exhausting 20 minutes...but well worth a good report of a healthy child!
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