15-months
This morning Holly had her 15-month checkup. Whereas before she was usually happy as a clam to be at the doctors, today, not so much. The clothes came off, I put her on the scale to be weighed, and she immediately burst into tears. She didn't stop crying until the nurse left the room. They started back up when the doctor came in and I put her on the exam table. After the physical came three shots. Poor baby. By that time she didn't believe she was safe from being poked and prodded, even when the appointment was over and she had layers of winter clothes on to offer her protection. When we were checking out, the nurse walked by us to call another kid into an exam room and Holly's face crumpled. She wasn't happy until we left the building. Then, to rub salt into her wounds, I bumped her head on the car while putting her into her carseat. Nowhere is safe when you're a baby. She didn't forgive me until I read "Put Me In the Zoo", complete with silly voices, approximately 30 minutes later. The end result of all of that fuss was that her stats are normal, she's healthy, and she's now inoculated against some scary diseases. If you ask the young lady, she would insist it wasn't worth it.