As Promised, The "Grandparents Special" Post on Gigi's pediatric visit: she is just fine and hunky-dory. Height: 32 1/2 inches; weight: 25 pounds; all vaccinations are up to date. We got her a flu shot, which she really did not appreciate one bit. (Truth be told, she cried like Nancy Kerrigan through most of the visit.) Doc says she's hitting all the right developmental targets, and unless she gets sick, he shouldn't need to check up on her again until her next birthday.
Wow. I'm totally used to this every 3-6 months business. The idea of not having to take her to the doctor is pretty heady. You mean I'm not going to get hauled off by the Bad Mommy Police if I don't take her in for a weight check and another random jab every 12 weeks? Wow. I guess she really isn't a baby anymore.
Of course, by the end of this month, we'll have another wee one who will have to come in for those visits. I don't want to think about the next cycle of immunizations. It's bad enough having to contemplate the notion of circumcision; who wants to think about making her child a pin cushion? Eeeek.