"Raising a kid is part joy and part guerrilla warfare."
~Ed Asner

Monday, November 23, 2009

Noah's Checkup

After cleaning the rug and going postal with the lysol in the living room I started getting the kids ready to go to the doctor.  As the word doctor left my mouth a look of panic swept over Izzy's face.  I quickly told her that it was Noah's checkup.  She started saying things like, "Not me...", "For Noah...", "Doctor see Noah..."

When the nurse was taking us back one of the rooms, Izzy was making sure that the nurse knew we were there for Noah.  To be honest, I didn't expect much resistance from Noah.  He did pretty good at his 12 month checkup.  Well, a lot can change in 3 months.  I laid Noah on the table and stripped him down to his diaper, no problem.  I took him out into the hallway and sat him on the scale to get weighed, no problem.  The nurse started measuring his head and that's when the problems began.  He started out a little irritated.  When she tried to take his temperature he immediately started screaming.  I picked him up and the nurse put the thermometer under his arm.  I had to hold him tight, and the nurse had to hold his arm down.  You would have thought we were stabbing him in the arm.  More than once, the nurse mentioned how strong he was.  Whew, the last thing we had to get was Noah's length.  I held his arms down while also holding his head straight against the board and the nurse tried to get his legs straight.  He kept bending his knees and she couldn't believe how strong he was.  Two hours later, okay two minutes but it felt like hours, she got the measurement.  Yah, we're done.  Oh, wait.  He hasn't even seen the doctor yet.  When the doctor came in, Izzy again, wanted to make sure that the doctor knew he was there to see Noah, not her.  Noah put up a fight the whole time and when it was all over, he gave the doctor one of those lip pouting-eyes welling up-I don't like you faces and then started crying all over again.  Whew, we're done.  Oh, wait.  He still needs one shot.  He gave the same look to the nurse that he gave to the doctor and for a minute I thought he might slap me.

Izzy and Noah were very happy to leave the doctor's office.  The fact that there were no toys in the waiting room, due to the risk of passing on the H1N1 virus, may have helped.  When I was strapping Izzy into her car seat she starting crying saying that her leg hurt and she got a shot.  She started pointing at all the places she had needles poked in her when she was in the hospital:(  Was she having a flashback?  There have been a few times over the past week where she started crying saying her foot hurt, or wake up crying, "No more shots!"  Were these all signs of PTSD?

Anyway, here are Noah's stats:
Weight- 26 lbs. 7 oz.
Height- 31 1/4 in.
Head Cir.- 18 1/2 in.

The doctor said he's average.  Umm, average compared to what.  Are there other beasts out there like him...

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