Stop Poking The Baby!

Annie had her one-year check up this morning, and even Dr. Sumner said, "Oh, I hate this visit." The one year is apparently the worst, since they get poked with needles all over their bodies...

Okay, really she just got three shots (one in each leg and one in an arm) and a finger prick, but when you're so small, it feels like they're poking you all over. At least she cried like that's how she felt... She got the Pneumococcal Conjugate vaccine (pneumococcal infection=meningitis or blood infections; this was the fourth and final dose of this one), the MMR vaccine (Measles, Mumps, Rubella; which she'll get again at 4), the chickenpox vaccine (which was in with one of the others), and a Hepatitis A vaccine. Then they tested her blood for lead and maybe for something else...

It was not fun...And she's been angry ever since.

But other than the anger, she's a healthy baby girl. She's 29 inches tall and 19 pounds. That makes her petite...duh. Since she's still in some 9 month clothing (and just outgrew one 6 month pajama outfit two weeks ago), I could have told the doctor that without the measurements. :)

Right now she's in her crib, yelling baby obscenities at me (but she yells them when I get her out, too) while she avoids a nap.

This too shall pass...