Another Doctor Visit.

We've had quite the history with doctor's visits. From our initial scheduling issues to allergic reactions to a data privacy issue last time. (If that's not enough for you, Park Nicollet is currently in the news, you can read about that here. While H is no longer a patient there, I am.)


It was with some hesitation that I looked forward to H's 15 month check up last Friday. So I brought J with me for back up this time.


The first thing I found out was that H, already has a stepmother. Though his record has been clarified several times over now, now T and M's mom's info has been added not only as his emergency contact but as his stepmother.


Our situation certainly is more complex than I ever imagined I guess.


So after some giggles with the receptionist, we once again clarified H's record, with not one problem.


Shortly after that we were called into the room to have H measured and weighed. (25 lbs, 10 ounces and 31.5 inches long...50th percentile these days! Perfect to me!)


As we waited for the doctor to arrive, I got out some raisins for H. He, up until this point, has loved raisins.


Apparently his taste buds have changed because rather than eating them he threw them across the doctor's office.


When the doctor arrived, we started discussing H. His growth, his eating, his recent walking.


When the doctor started talking about H's walking, he reminded J and I to make sure we help H around tables so that he doesn't hit his head on them. About this time, H kicked off his shoe and I bent down to pick it up....clocking my forehead smack dab on the table.


J, nor the doctor could hide their disbelief and amusement of this very careless embarrassing act.


If that's not enough, there's more.


As we finished up the appointment, H was laying on me with his head on my shoulder and started shoving his arms down my shirt. Not just one arm, both arms. No, I am not still breastfeeding and the only time this child feels the need to grab inside my shirt is at the doctor. This happened at his last appointment too, though I had on a sweatshirt last time instead of a scoop neck tank.


So now the doctor is looking at me, the mother who just clocked her head on the table, who now has her son's hands shoved down her shirt, like I am nuts.


And I feel nuts as I am struggling with my 25 pound child to remove his hands without undressing myself, while trying to keep eye contact with the doctor.


Thankfully, we don't have another appointment until October.