Teagan had her 30 month doctor’s appointment today. She did great! Now officially weights 30 pounds and is 35 inches tall. That puts her around the 50th percentile for weight and 40th for height. Like her sister, she dropped off her weight curve. And yesterday, Stu did comment that she seemed a “skinny thing.”
Other than the weight drop, the doctor was pretty pleased with her. Teagan didn’t freak out when the doctor tried to listen to her heart and lungs. She even let Teagan listen after she was done, as Teagan did ask very nicely with a please. Teagan showed off her vocabulary, color and shape knowledge as well as her lack of coordination by bumping into the sink several times.
She totally rocked her flu shot, not crying, but giving a few sniffs as the band-aid went on. Though if you ask her, Teagan will say she “cried a little bit.”
We were reminded that Teagan was supposed to have some blood work done at 2 years. Oops. Stu had tried to bring her to a lab in town, but they didn’t have an extra nurse, so didn’t do toddler blood drawings. You need two people to hold the baby down while one draws the blood. So, we ended up going to the lab two doors down from the doctor’s office. Yay.
At the lab, we got brought in quickly, there was only one person waiting when we got there. The phlebotomist showed me how to hold Teagan, and the nurse helped. They tried to get a vein on her right arm, but after digging around for a minute, failed. Teagan did so good for most of that, but started whimpering at the end. I felt horrible watching them push the needle in and around trying to get a good vein. I told Teagan that she was a very brave girl, and did a wonderful job. The other lady tried her left arm, distracting her as they probed around, but again, wasn’t able to get a good vein. This time took a bit longer, with a bit more digging. Teagan was really crying by the end of that attempt. One lady gave her some water and tried to make small talk, asking what her favorite show was, if she had a sibling, what her name was, how old…
Third time was a charm. Teagan, cried, but didn’t fight and was really a trooper. Both ladies felt bad that they weren’t able to get the vials the first time, nor the second time. Third was the last attempt. They gave her three stickers! Well deserved stickers too.
I felt horrible putting her through all that. Three sticks, after a shot. Ugh. My brave baby.