Due to COVID rules and the timing of their appointments, I had to handle both kids well visits at our pediatrician alone. Layla had her nine month and Lincoln had his two year. When I planned them together, I thought it was such a smart idea to get it over with and to streamline the visits into one. However, on the way there when Lincoln was kicking the backseat because he wanted to go back on the playground and Layla was crying because she was already overdue for a bottle, I knew I had f’ed up.
I strip both kids, and we go through the measurements with the nurse. Surprise, surprise, both kids are massive! Lincoln weighed a solid 40 lbs and was 38 inches tall. Layla wasn’t too far behind at 23.5 lbs and 30 inches. She officially surpassed Lincoln’s height at 9 months! Let me save the math for you, both are in the 99% for height, Lincoln was for weight and she was at 97% (slacker!). I love my chunky children!
It was actually really great to see Lincoln’s interactions with his doctor because at previous visits, he’s always been very shy and doesn’t show off, but this time he was naming colors for her, talking his normal amount and a mile a minute, and very much into the show of his balancing on the scale. No worries for Lincoln at all. And same with the big girl. They did a more thorough check of Layla and had me lay her down on the table which resulted in a treat for Lincoln (no idea how he managed that) and full hysterics from Layla.
Lincoln had eaten a dozen or so mini kisses and Layla was halfway passed out from crying so hard. It was awful and exhausting for this mama.
And yet, they weren’t done. Both needed a flu shot as well. Lincoln got his in the arm and he screamed like that thing hurt so badly he was paralyzed. More kisses for him and my phone to watch garbage trucks. He settled pretty fast but kept chanting “all done” when our nurse would look at him. He definitely was not friends with her at the end of it. Layla screamed for hers, and promptly passed out