Finn had his 12-month appointment. Every three months we have these special, longer appointments during which we talk to the doctor. In between, I am bringing him in for his shots, getting him caught up. So far, he's been doing very well with all of it, and this was no exception.
He's 16 pounds, 14 ounces, 27 inches long, and his head is 17.76 around. We knew he was getting two bottom teeth, but the doctor showed us that one of his top teeth is coming in as well. Chompers. He's on a couple of the growth charts and tracking the others. I'm not really worried about that stuff, though. I know that he's gaining weight and growing at a good rate, and that's good enough for me. And he's happy. That's the best part.
He had his second polio shot and handled that like a champ as well. It's time to start the 12-month round of vaccines, which includes measles, mumps, and rubella (MMR) and chickenpox. He also needs his Hepatitis B (which is usually done much earlier) and his Hepatitis A. I am not crazy about the chicken pox one; I guess I would rather he got the chicken pox, but we are plowing ahead. I am still doing them one at a time--I have the time to bring him in, and the clinic is not far from the house.
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Practically nobody gets the chicken pox anymore. My husband ended up in the hospital when he had chicken pox, so I guess I'm glad, but I too am sort of weirded out by this.
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