So, remember that doctor’s visit I was talking about? I had an appointment scheduled for both girls in mid-October. I thought I could get Ella’s 4-year-old visit and Sophie’s six-month visit scheduled back to back and keep me from taking time off on two different days. My work schedule got a little hairy and I had to move the appointments to early November instead. I remember talking to the nurse on the phone and making a note about the new date on a post-it note near my calendar. I still have that little yellow square and it says that I have two appointments scheduled for Thursday, November 4th.
I had cute outfits for the girls to wear that day. I would have packed my camera. I would have worn my cute zipper leg skinny jeans and flats. We would have slept late and cooked breakfast and taken a field trip to Target. I would not have spent an hour navigating horrible traffic and wearing heels. I took my time getting started at work. I got breakfast and checked my email. I decided on a whim, at 9:45, to call the pediatrician’s office and confirm my appointments because I’m neurotic and I panic about ridiculous things on a regular basis. Thank goodness.
The nurse confirmed my appointments for 11 o’clock on Wednesday, November 3rd. I cannot begin to tell you the speed with which I flew into my boss’ office to tell her I was leaving. I threw everything I had into my bag and walked the block to my car. While navigating the expressway, I called my aunt and had her start getting the girls ready. I mentally reviewed how I dressed the girls that morning and called Josh to run the camera out to me as I circled through the drive. I know you are all wondering why I didn’t just have him meet me with them, right? The car seats were both IN. MY. CAR. Y’all, it was nothing short of a miracle that we even got there ten minutes late.
Ella had made herself sick in the car with worry over a potential immunization and promptly needed to potty when we got there. Thank goodness for a wonderful nursing staff and a receptionist who wasn’t the least bit bothered by our tardiness.
As it turns out, the girls were wearing cute outfits, but our shoes and hair were a little worse for wear. Thank goodness we have serious personality and can’t help but make people smile! They both look ridiculous in this photograph, but at this point I was glad we were all still alive after my mad dash through town.
Ella was thrilled to learn that she has another whole year to dread that shot and she was so big and brave! She was 39 inches tall and weighed 36 pounds and a few ounces. She is perfectly proportionate and in the 25-50% for both height and weight. She did great during the physical exam and talked Dr. Darby’s ears off about all manner of things. We got the go ahead for a dentist’s visit now that we seem to be over our doctor-anxiety. One dose of flumist later and she was happy to be finished with her part.
See that glimpse of bunny up there? She took good care of Belle at the doctor!
Sophie’s visit could have gone a little better, but I cannot complain. She is the best-behaved little bit and really handled the visit well. She still only weighs 15 pounds and was 26 inches long. That is still right at the 25% for weight and 90% for height. Can we say long and lean? She was fascinated with the paper on the table again and refused to do her tricks for the doctor. We got the go ahead to try any foods we want, start three meals a day and begin to introduce finger foods. Because of her advanced mobility, the doctor told me she wouldn’t be surprised to see us on table food exclusively by nine months. As much as I want to keep her little for as long as possible, can we get an AMEN for the money I’ll be saving on baby food? Thanks.
Now for the bad news. Bronchiolitis. Swollen airways and trouble breathing thanks to a viral infection. Ella was happy to snap this picture of us during the breathing treatment and just happened to capture one of the only moments Sophie was still enough for me to keep the mask on. Thank goodness our at-home treatments come via the nebulizer and can be finished by the end of our new favorite song “Ten little Sophies” {sung to the tune of “Ten Little Indians.”
Since our plan for a lazy morning at home got completely hijacked, we did at least reward ourselves with some mint-chocolate frozen yogurt at a new place close to home. I was so proud of Ella for acting so grown-up and she deserved a little recognition. We hit up two pharmacies before rounding up all of Sophie’s medicine and medical apparatuses, Whataburger for a late lunch and finally home for a VERY long nap. We were worn out and unfortunately got to load up for work and school the next day. What is it they say about the best laid plans?
