Baby Girl turned fifteen months old last Friday, which meant it was time yesterday to visit one of our favorite people--the pediatrician (and no, I'm not being facetious...I seriously adore this man).
First, the stats:
Length (now that she's standing (although not to be measured), it is height???): 30 1/4" (50th percentile)
Weight: 21 lbs 12 oz (8 oz gained in two weeks? Whoa.) (25th percentile)
Head: 47 cm (approx. 80th percentile--have I ever mentioned how glad I am that I didn't pass this noggin through my vajayjay?)
We arrived, she made eyes at everyone in the well waiting room, looked at fish, read a few books...in other words, we waited...and waited...guess that's what happens when you have the last appointment of the day. She got measured, then we waited...and she begged to put her clothes back on...and we waited.
And then. Then she figured out how much fun it is to stomp on the paper on the exam table. So we did that for about 10 minutes. She was marching back and forth, back and forth. Crunch crunch crunch. Seriously adorable.
Dr. W came in and did the normal checking out. Looked at her ears (since the last time we were in the office, her ear was a mess), checked her eyes, her mouth (so glad we've been working on getting her to open her mouth to show us that her food is all gone!), her tummy, etc. He asked the developmental questions and confirmed that Baby Girl is a genius. :) He checked out the evidence of her battle with the sidewalk (as confirmed by the nurse AND the doc--the sidewalk won...eep!).
And he listened to her heart. Because since about 6 months (or was it 9?), Baby Girl has presented a heart murmur. And I think about it almost every single night when she lays down to go to bed because I'm afraid that little ticker is just going to stop. In which case, my little ticker is going to stop as well.
The heart murmur? Still there. Dr. W says we should hear from a cardiologist office at the pediatric hospital in town and we should expect to be taking her for an appointment sometime next week. He said he would bet $100,000 that it isn't a problem, but said that since Baby Girl is worth $1 million to him, he wouldn't take any chances (see why we love him???).
And while he was referring us to specialists, he decided we should also see an endocrinologist. Apparently Baby Girl's bewbies are too big for a baby her age and he's concerned that she's moving toward puberty too quickly. My suspicion would be that she's still getting hormones from me. It's not like she needs a bra, but they are bigger than other babies'--even the sitter pointed it out. But she isn't presenting any other symptoms that might suggest a problem, which is encouraging. That office (also at the pediatric hospital) will be contacting us in the next couple of weeks and we should expect to go see them within the month. ~sigh~
He told us again how wonderful she is (she was too busy playing peekaboo with Daddy around me to pay attention) and walked out. And in came the nurse. Only two pricks this time and while it wasn't fun for Daddy to hold her down, she had stopped crying by the time he picked her up. She even gave the nurse a smile before she left. So it wasn't too traumatizing for anyone involved....thank goodness. We do have to go back in a month to get her flu shot booster. Blech.
So that was our appointment. She's perfect...except for the heart and the bewbies. But we'll get those checked out and everything will be wonderful :)
Now, to update her development:
Baby Girl is eating pretty much anything we put in front of her. She isn't a big fan of green beans and doesn't love ground meat, but will eat both. She would snack on peas all day if we'd let her (and it's not like we're denying her). She still LOVES Cheerios and has had a few different new foods, but nothing terribly exciting--just whatever we eat. I think the most interesting thing she's eaten is taco sauce by the spoonful.
Baby Girl has about 20 words: duck, dog, hi, hello, no, help, up, down, walk, rock, sock, shoe, juice, please, truck, daddy, mom, peas, done, ball, hat, slide, swing...and I'm sure there are more that I'm forgetting.
She knows the noises for these animals: cow, duck, dog, elephant (sometimes), tiger, bear
Baby Girl can sign: please, eat, milk, more, thank you
Baby Girl is running everywhere. She spins in circles (hilarious) and walks backwards. She very rarely crawls, but when she does, it looks so funny! She can get on and off of her riding toys like a champ (for awhile she'd aways swing the wrong leg over it and face backwards), but has problems going forward. I'm sure if we worked with her to learn to go forward, she'd get it, but it's fun to watch her scoot around backward for now.
She is nursing 4 times a day and once overnight on the weekends (she nurses before work, before bed, and overnight during the week). I'm pumping around 6 ounces a day and she's drinking about 25 ounces of milk from a sippy each week.
Baby Girl knows the following body parts: head, toes, feet, hands, fingers, nose, tongue, mouth, hair, eyes, ears, belly, belly button
Just last night, she impressed us by knowing the difference between the red ball and the football. I figured she would get whichever one she'd been playing with most recently, but she threw the football, then I said, "where is the red ball" and she turned around and found her red ball and threw it.
Baby Girl is an incredibly loving little girl. She's quick to give hugs and kisses and some nights will switch between Mommy and Daddy 10 times giving kisses without prompting. She's stubborn and wants things her way, which has led to a few tantrums, but so far nothing we can't handle. At the end of the dinner each night, instead of telling us she's done (which she can do), she starts spreading her food around her tray and knocking it into her lap and onto the floor. Sometimes if we clear off the tray and give her only a few things, she'll keep on eating (and eating and eating and eating...). And sometimes she just wants her applesauce...NOW.
She is a thinker, though. Surprising for MY kid, eh? haha She looks at the world with inquisitive eyes, sometimes to the point where it looks like she's scowling. She's just learning. And within a little bit we can usually break that with tickles and giggles. She's SO HAPPY. She may not be giggly happy (unless we're chasing or tickling her), but she doesn't cry unless she doesn't want to be sleeping. She's incredibly resilient (that battle with the sidewalk? No tears (from her...we're not talking about mommy's state)) and always bounces back from tumbles that her daddy and I think could cripple us.
Happy 15 months, kiddo. We love you and the little girl you're becoming!