15 month booster shots came and went

Baby’s still absurdly cranky and needy from whatever she had last week. The antibiotics have cleared up her ears, but there’s still this complete fear of anyone leaving the room and getting her to sleep has been a journey into discovering new ways to rock her to sleep.

I didn’t hold high hopes when we went to get her 15 month booster shots that things were going to go well, but I was pleasantly surprised.

The physical portion went well. She had a slight rash due to the antibiotics and a little bruise, but other than that looked perfect. They’re still not concerned that she doesn’t walk at 15 months due to seeing her stand on her own. I’ve come to the same conclusion myself that she possesses the ability, but not the desire at the moment.

She took six steps in a row yesterday though, that was a new record.

The doctor claimed she was in the 99th percentile for height and weight, but upon quick examination of the internets it turned out he was pretty wrong. This wasn’t our normal doctor, and after an obvious joke that ITMama made was taken literally it’s pretty clear he’s not going to be our normal pediatrician.

Unlike the first set of booster shots which we were told to stay the hell back, this time we were right there with her as she got three. She didn’t even notice the first one, grabbed at the second but it didn’t seem to bother her. The third which was warned was painful did bother her, but there were no tears just some angry baby complaining.

When she came home she ate what seemed like an excessive amount. After a week of eating pretty badly due to being sick we weren’t going to deny her anything, but man. This baby packed away some chow.

I put her down a little after her previously normal bedtime (she’d been up until 9:30 the past week due to sleeping problems from the virus,) and she slept for about 20 minutes. I was determined she was going to go to bed at least within two hours of her original normal bedtime as, well, I need some time as well.

Feels a little selfish, but the sleeping schedule she had was good for everyone involved. Day of fun baby, bathe, feed, sleep time. Appreciate adorable sleeping baby on monitor for an hour or two while watching some shows and not being in baby mode. Sleep.

Maggie just needed some singing to, and was out by 7:40. She slept all night, waking up mumbling but not really crying at about 7 this morning. She was warmer than usual, this seems to always happen after a shot. Not feverish, but whole body warm baby.

Otherwise pretty fine.

One of the things we’d brought up with the doc while we were there was that Maggie has become a bit of a parent biter. You can no longer let her hug you on your leg as you might end up with a huge bruise on your leg from a bite.

The doctor mentioned that we should not bite her back, which was kind of amusing in the first place to tell someone. ITMama mentioned that she wouldn’t break the skin if she did, an obvious joke considering the absurdity of the statement. The doctor then went on to preach about how bad the germs in an adult’s mouth were and how baby’s skin could get infected.

He honestly believed she was considering how hard to bite a child.

I was in awe, the guy didn’t stop talking about the dangers.

I’m sure he’s seen some pretty weird things in his day, but to monotone a lecture on the dos and don’ts of biting your child was not something I’d ever have imagined running into.