Evie’s rescheduled appointment was today. And, yeah, I went. I wasn’t going to. I was going to have Kile take her by himself. But… circumstances arose with our monthly shopping trip, meaning we had to finish up most of it today which meant I needed to go along… so yeah. I went.
I distracted myself so I wouldn’t run up to the receptionists desk and rip someone’s face off.
The important thing is Evie is doing great. Which we sorta already knew. But it was nice to get medical confirmation of that. She’s weighing in at 18lbs 3oz (80-85% for her age) and measuring 26 1/2 inches (70% for her age). So she’s right on target. Chunky, to be sure, but not overly so. Long, but not overly so. Trust me, had you seen Harry’s measurements for the same age, you would realize that INDEED Evie is much more “average”. Her growth curve is right on track too, which is good. We can start giving her more solid food than ever, which sorta freaks me out.
And she got her shots. Which always sucks pretty hardcore. We added on a flu shot because if there’s anyone I don’t want getting the flu this year, it’s her. Liam, I think, is old enough to withstand it pretty well. I’m not looking forward to the sore legs in her future, but… you gotta do what you gotta do, right? After Harry had shots, I would just make sure he had Tylenol for the soreness and he would pretty much just sleep the whole day. Liam, interestingly enough, had no change in his demeanor. Knowing him now, I’m not surprised. So far, from what I can tell about Evie, is it makes her a little more prone to crankiness. Right now, though, she’s playing in her bouncer seat and being very mellow. I imagine here in a short while, she’ll be very ready for a nap.
As will I.
Am I glad i went? Meh. But at least it’s over with.
