Ed note: Sorry this post is late. Working 7:30am to 2am has left surprisingly little time to blog.
We visited the pediatrician today. Elizabeth's regular pediatrician is still on maternity leave so we got to meet one of the other guys in the group. Sadly we were underwhelmed. Elizabeth received her MMR shot after some angst on my part. It's one of the most controversial shots and while I'm not worried about the so-called autism link the two of us are heading to visit Great Grandma in a few days and I was worried she'd end up under the weather just in time for the visit. Brendan pointed out that there's never really a good time to do these things so we went ahead.
Elizabeth passed all the developmental questions - pulling herself up to stand, crawling, waving, playing peek-a-boo etc, except for one. She does not point to her own body parts on command. She points, but not to herself. We've been working on animal noises, colours and pointing to other people and objects, but it actually hadn't occurred to mom that we should be teaching her to point to herself and ..um.. I kind of forgot about body parts. Clearly we are all kinds of deliquent parents. She does roar like a lion on command though. (Daddy wants me to point out that he has been teaching her about noses, teeth and toes)
The shot didn't seem to bother her as much as the earlier ones did, but she was not at all impressed about being held by the strange man afterwards. By the time he got around to looking in her ears she had reached an impressive volume of protest. After checking out her hips and watching her crawl, the pediatrician has no concerns about the way she moves which is good. (She tends to drag the one leg around and can't lift it nearly as high as the other one.) On the other hand, he's concerned about her weight. "I'm not going to ask you to stop breastfeeding her yet", he said, "but you clearly need to work on feeding her more solids." He went on to say that breastmilk is not that good for babies over the age of one, that I'm probably breastfeeding her "excessively" and too often and maybe we should consider formula instead.
That was the point at which I stopped caring that Elizabeth didn't seem to like him much. She did like the sticker she got from the nurse (winnie the pooh!) though.