Zoe had her 18 month doctor’s appointment yesterday afternoon, and we’re happy to report that she is doing great! She’s 33.75 inches long and weighs 30.05 pounds. She’s in the 95th percentile for height and just over the 95th percentile for weight. You go girl! She has no food restrictions anymore and can finally try peanut butter. We found out that we’ve been giving her about half to correct dosage of Tylenol for her weight, so the next time teeth come in, it might be a bit easier. The doctor said there isn’t anything we can do about her thumb sucking, but we’re still pretty sure she’s just going to suck it right off one of these days. She’s a bit behind in her language development, but Zak is convinced that it’s because she spends so much brain energy exploring, thinking, and solving problems. I’m a bit concerned, but what kind of mother would I be if I wasn’t. We’ll reevaluate the number of words she has in three months and then we’ll go from there.
At the end of the appointment she had to get two vaccinations, the last two until she has her kindergarten physical. She started crying the moment the needles entered her thighs and was just so sad, in spite of the two incredible glittery band-aids she got. I was holding, rocking Zoe and when the nurse was about to leave the room and in between sobs Zoe enthusiastically waved good-bye to her. By the time we put her shoes back on she was back to her normal self.
