Its been a day.
I took Gracie for her 12 month check up. 19 lbs 8 oz. 28 1/2 inches long. Right on track for her growth chart (her ALTERED growth chart. If you will remember, her last check up, she'd dropped from the 80th percentile to the 25th and there was a little alarmism goin' on via her Dr. so we did some blood work, and she was fine. Just like I thought. Babies don't grow as fat when they are on the move!!) She is lookin' good, healthy ears, eyes, nose, mouth (I think she actually enjoyed the tongue depressor. She said "numa numa numa" when he put it in her mouth. That's what she calls food. LOL!) Then I asked about her murmur. She was born with VSD, (a small hole in the heart) but I was assured most babies grow out of that in the first year. Well, the Dr thinks he can still hear a murmur. So, next month, we will be going back to the cardiologist for an EKG.
It's not rare. And its very treatable. But still. SIGH. So that shoots to the top of my personal prayer list.
Anyway, to add insult to injury, she got 5 (FIVE??!! SHEESH!) shots, and a screening for anemia. You guessed it. We get to go back tomorrow to draw more blood to test for anemia. Wouldn't it be easier to just do the ACTUAL test in the first place? Or check the blood tests from 2 months ago? Of course not.
So, this wasn't my happiest well baby visit.
We got home, and settled in.
I brought home milk shakes for everyone (well, if Gracie can't have a shake after all that, shouldn't we at least get a treat??)
And I began watching that little monkey crawl after her sister, playing tag, giggling, laughing, snorting (as all of us Piper girls do when we laugh real hard) and it put my heart at ease.
My babies are perfect.