18 mo. at 19 mo.

Yesterday was Izzy's 18 mo. check-up, even though she just turned 19 mo. That was the first appt. I could get and I've had it scheduled for two months! I can understand why though, our peditrician's office is the bomb. I've NEVER seen them backed up, I've NEVER had to wait more than a couple of mins, I've NEVER met a Dr. I didn't like, I've NEVER been unable to get an appt-b/c they even have emergency hours until 8pm every weeknight and weekend hours. They're just awesome. Everyone is so nice and helpful. Those are just things you cannot take for granted when you are a parent, especially a first time mommy and especially when its a baby. Anywho, so we get in the room and the nurse asks us all our "goal" questions and Izzy is totally on track, in fact she's doing all the 24 mo. stuff too (yes, I am bragging now)! She weighs 25.7 lbs and is 32 in long. The sad thing is we went to the scale where they weighed her when she was only 5 days old and I was looking at this 25 lb toddler and totally teared up. I couldn't help but think where is my little 7 lb baby? 19 mo. before I had stood in that very spot, a TOTAL NERVOUS WRECK b/c my little tiny baby had LOST yet another ounce since we had come home from the hospital 3 days prior, bringing her total weight loss to 13 ounces; almost a whole lb. *Sigh* and look at her now, happy, healthy, beautiful, insanely smart, talking, running, playing, sweet as sugar, getting ready to potty train and best of all, she has hair-little blonde curls! Dr. Dial, who I love, came in and checked her out and everything's great. Then, the horrid of the horrid, the dreaded shots. As I've warned you mommy's to be b/f to be prepared, here I thought I was, but I wasn't. This was worse, b/c now she understands. I mean you know it's bad when the nurse pats you on the shoulder and says, "Take as much time as you need." Izzy just kept pulling me to her (even though I was only an inch in front of her) and crying, sobbing, "Mommy, mommy...ohhhh." Ugh! But then in true Izzy fashion, she had stopped crying by the time we got to the desk, still had the sniffles and still blotchy red, but waiving and saying "bye-bye" in that sweet little voice of hers. The best news of the visit...NO MORE SHOTS UNTIL SHE IS 5 YEARS OLD! Thank you God!