At the doctor's, today, Joseph weighed in at 18lb 2oz and 28 3/4in, and got to practice walking while we waited for the nurse (4 steps in a row, and so smoothly!). Plus he got four shots, a toe prick (to go with the finger prick yesterday), and 2 x-rays. That last was because when she checked his hips they popped a bit. Joseph decided that every one of these procedures was gross child abuse of the worst sort and wanted the whole world to know about it. He even made a break for the door at the radiologists' office. Luckily, they had a fish tank and he had a toothbrush, and that kept him occupied while we waited. Once we got into the radiology lab, my poor little boy had to lie down on a cold hard slab, totally naked. It may not have hurt, but it was uncomfortable and Mommy was
not holding him. Once we got home, he slept off his Day of Many Trials, and is now sitting in his high chair munching fresh rolls. It's a good thing they don't remember what we put them, through. It's tough enough as it is--I don't know if I could forgive myself if it traumatized them for life.
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