Pediatrician visit!

Today, all three of us ventured to the pediatrician. Elise needed her 2-month checkup and Kalina needed a flu shot.

Yesterday, I let Kalina know that she'd be getting a shot. We practiced with her doctor kit and I assured her she'd get a treat afterward. Possibly thanks to this preparation, Kalina was surprisingly calm heading out the door this morning. I thought I'd have to drag her kicking and screaming, but she was actually more cooperative than usual.

We made it there on time and were called back, much to Kalina's aggravation, as we were in the middle of the first waiting-room book she'd picked up. Elise, for her part, was wide-eyed--not taking the nap I'd hoped she'd get before her appointment.

In the exam room, I chatted with the nurse, and then got Elise out of her carseat. As I was preparing to undress Elise for the weighing, I heard quiet sobbing coming from the chair behind me. The reality of an impending shot had finally sunken in for the poor 2-year-old. Fortunately, the nurse agreed we could take pity on her and do Kalina's vaccination first. She headed out to get the shot ready as I tried my hardest to pull Kalina's jacket off and roll up her sleeve. Not easy, least of all on Kalina's nerves and my protective instinct.

I was finally able to relax her a bit by convincing her to sing "Sing a Song of Sixpence" with me--her favorite song.

And then it was over. The nurse obliged my request to not put on a band-aid, and instead let Kalina play with it like a sticker. Kalina proudly wore it on the back of her hand. The tears were soon over, and she played contentedly and quietly with Lamby for the rest of the appointment (I think I even saw her poke her finger into Lamby's stomach like she was giving the poor animal a shot). Maybe she thought she'd get another shot if she misbehaved.

And finally, onto Elise! My littlest girl weight 9 lbs., 12 1/2 oz.--I believe just half an ounce mor than what Kalina weighed at this age. She's in the 25th percentile for weight, and 40th for height, at 22 inches long. Her head is a nice, normal 36 1/2 inches around--the 50th percentile.

I brought up my concerns about sleep: is it okay if Elise still sleeps on Daddy in the recliner at night? How about if for naps she only sleeps in 5-minute increments a few times a day, occasionally? How hard should I work at getting her to nap? Which of the sleep books is best? Really, I was asking "when am I going to be able to carry on a conversation without mixing up all the words again?"

I like our doctor. His philosophy is: the sleep books each work for different kids. If you want to prioritize sleep now (like having your child sleep on your husband at night), that's completely fine, just realize you'll have to undo it somehow later. All you can do is all you can do--you can't force a kid to sleep. And balance and perspective are important. These are all things I knew, but was glad to hear from a professional.

We then moved on to other matters such as Elise's heart murmur. It's still there, very localized and very small. Nobody's worried.

Kalina watched as the doctor checked Elise's eyes, hips and everything else--all is well. We also chatted about grad school and such. It was a very laid-back visit.

And finally it was time for poor Elise's shots. I wished I could bribe Elise with a treat, as I had Kalina. I also wished she only had to get a tiny flu shot. But no, she needed three shots and there wasn't much I could do to make her feel better.

It's clear that Elise is tuned into pain--the poor baby did not calm down well, and really was only quiet after the experience overwhelmed her with sleep. I was admittedly glad she was getting the nap that she needed, and also that she'd probably sleep for a while, and that she can now have Tylenol.

After finishing the half-read waiting-room book, we returned home via Dunkin' Donuts, where Kalina persuaded me to get her a donut hole for in the car and a chocolate sprinkle donut for at home (where it was soon lunchtime). In my defense, I only gave her half of the sprinkle donut and ate the rest myself just now.

Elise has slept for most of the day, and I've used the time to get her used to crib-sleeping, catch up on quality playtime with Kalina and do some light housework (including cooking dinner!). I was really, really, really hoping to use the time to get a nap in myself (my day having started at 4:53), but Kalina threw a wrench into that plan by utterly refusing hers.

I hope Elise feels better tomorrow--I can tell she's still hurting a bit and needing to sleep it off.

I am incredibly proud of both of my girls, by the way. Kalina for being such a trooper, even though she was so scared, and Elise for smiling a few times today despite everything. They both deserve far more donuts than I can provide.

*This post is thanks to Aunt Nancy for letting me borrow her computer. My laptop got milk spit on it. Yes, spit, not spilt. Only half of the keyboard works.