One year meltdown, er, I mean, doctor visit.

Lily had her one year well baby visit last week. Oh.My.

I'll start with the stats and the fun stuff...

She is:
22lbs  (71%)
30.5 inches (70%)
and her head is...well...huge. 18.5 inches (90%) She's smart!

She is a perfectly healthy little girl.
She is advanced in her language skills, with a 4-6 word vocabulary, and right on target with everything else. The doctor gave us some interesting information about walking versus talking and she told us that babes that start their language skills early are usually on the very late end of walking, and vice versa. This must be true for our kid. Lily shows absolutely NO interest in walking. She has her little push walking toy that she will push about 10 steps...and that's it. She doesn't have enough confidence yet to even stand on her own without holding on. She love cruising the furniture and pulling herself up but very stubborn about experimenting beyond that.

Aside from that discussion, I cannot tell you what else we talked about since Lily screamed through the rest of the appointment...

Wow, what a difference in taking her to the doctor this time. In the past, she has always found a way to entertain herself while we wait on the doctor/nurses. She plays with the paper on the patient table, her toys that we give her or even Puffs would capture her attention for at least 10 minutes.

Nope. Not anymore. It was the appointment from hell. Granted, this is the longest doctor's appointment we've had with her, but that fact did not help in the moment.

We went into the appointment with crabbiness. We soon found out from the doctor that this could have been because Lily has 5 more teeth coming in at once, her eye teeth and a molar. (I think I've lost count but we might now be up to 16 now). God bless Dr. Manilla for being so sweet while Lily was screaming through the exam, but she didn't offer any encouragement on the situation. She said that the next teeth to come in would be her 2 year molars but being that she got the rest so quickly, those will be soon to follow.
Then, after we waited 30 minutes, yes, THIRTY minutes in a 9x9 room with a screaming kid, the nurse finally came in and gave her 4 shots: one in each arm and one in each leg. I have not ever seen such a look of terror on Lily's face. It was awful. She looked at me as though she was thinking, "why are you allowing the woman to torture me!!??". Ugh. It was heartbreaking.

I realized that this isn't different than what every other parent goes through with their kids, it was just new and different to us since this was our first terrible experience at the doctor's. It made me realize how lucky we are that 1.) Lily is pretty easy going and 2.) how healthy she has been so far. Yes, teething has been a monster and her sleep issues have been defeating at times but all in all, she has been such a good girl. Thank God for a healthy baby.

So, here you have it. 12 months of happy baby...