I took A1 for her two year appointment a couple of days ago. The ped looked at her, and determined she was developmentally and physically fine. She got her hemocrit and hep A vaccination.
There was only one request:
Get rid of the pacifier.
He should have said, “Prepare for war.”
I’ve had the mountain of meltdowns. She is mad about the binky. She is mad that Sister gets all the baby food and she has to wait for a taste. She is mad that I dare put sunscreen on her or take her out of the 94 degree weather for a drink and time in the AC. I had to put her in time out to calm down. She screamed in her crib before naptime.
Sorry, kid. No malocclusion for you. I want you to have normally developing teeth and progressive speech. As I type this sentence, she has abandoned her quietude to scream again.
Pacifiers are cute when babies have them. Never did I dream it would be such a pain in the ass to get rid of them. She has a blanket, but I guess that’s not sufficient. Cocktail, anyone?
A2 is sitting here nursing like the world has stopped. At least we’re still calm.