All that said, the visit went very smoothly (you know, once the five of us crammed into that little room to begin with). Reid checked out perfectly as expected. Our little guy is right on track with everything. He isn't talking as much as my other two at this point (he says around 10 words) but apparently they were advanced (ha!) and he is normal so we'll take it. He weighed in at 25 pounds, 11 ounces (93%) and measures 31 inches (86%).
Jack resisted the shot but did fine and was surprised to learn that just like mommy had promised, it was less than one second and then it was all better. He said it wasn't nearly as bad as he thought. Graham, in pure Graham fashion, barely acknowledged me when I said, "you're going to get a shot now, it's going to hurt." He winced momentarily and then jumped down and was back to the box of toys in seconds. I asked him later if the shot hurt and he responded with a brief look of confusion as if he didn't even remember. Then he said, "a teeny bit." :)
Reid did fine with his shots but Jack insisted on leaving the room for that part. He couldn't stand to see his little "precious" in pain. I love his compassion for others and his love for his baby brother. Such a sweet little man. :)
I am glad we survived and perhaps next time Randy travels I will try to avoid doctor appointments...and field trips.
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