Yesterday was a checkup for everyone except M.
I scheduled poorly and realized that i needed to pick Andrew up when I left work for my appointments rather than going back and picking him up between mine and his. This was ok except he hasn't ever come to a dr appointment with me and this was the biggie anatomy scan ultrasound. In theory it was sweet to have him there to see the baby but my worrywart self worried that if something was wrong it would be harder for us to listen and talk to the doctor. Plus this appointment was scheduled for 45 min... That's 5 hours in two year old years.
But necessity made our decision and we met up with M for our lunchtime appointment.
The scan looked great. I am nervous about the 20 week scan because this is where my sister got bad news a few times. But as we went along and saw vital organ after vital organ looking functional I got to relax a bit and enjoy the amazing technology, the people I was sharing it with and how freaking lucky I am.
They even turned in 3D which I find creepy looking but appreciate the technology behind it. They never did that with Andrew.
After baby girl's appt it was my turn. My OB is retiring :( so I'm seeing someone new. Not too big a fan.
Finally it was Andrew's turn. His appointment was all fun. No shots, no big concerns to talk to the doc about, just chatting about how he is doing and checking for number of testicles and other basics.
He was a joy! It had been a long and mostly seated afternoon but he let the doctor examine him and was adorably engaged. He surprised me with how engaged he was! We were talking to my mom later that night and he told her "doctor check my heart" and tonight when I was getting him in his Jammie's I put his hand on his chest and told him it was his heart and he said "thank you doctor." Adorable. And now he is on the annual check up routine like a big kid.
The only thing that got me down is he is still so tiny-not on the charts. I get that some people are short but for whatever reason it incites a twinge of sadness, possibly guilt. I'm working on that because I get that it isn't rational.
It was a great afternoon to not only check in on BOTH of my babies but to be reassured that they're doing well.
I'll say it again. I'm a lucky lucky person.
Plus I got to grab lunch with my two favorite people on a work day. That's like a cherry on top!