This is the first time I have NOT been present at a well-checkup for one of my children. Yes, even all those baby appointments, I have never missed one. But today I had a ton of work to do and Joel had, well, none, so he had the honor of escorting Rebecca to her check-up.
Which was fine with me because this one was The One With All the Shots (as Ben says, still having fond memories of his own 5 year appointment I am sure). Four of them in fact - Rebecca came home tear-stained and covered in various shades of neon bandages. "Were you brave?" I asked. "No," she replied after a moment's hesitation. Apparently, there was a lot of screaming. And thrashing. It's just as well that I skipped this one.
Rebecca is 39 pounds and 43 inches tall. This is 50th percentile for weight and 65th for height. She didn't catch the tall gene from her siblings, apparently. Besides the shots, the rest of the visit was uneventful from what I understand.
Sorry to do that to you on your birthday, Becca! We made up for it at home with more presents after dinner.
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