Today was J's 4-year checkup. FOUR YEAR CHECKUP. Has it been that long?
He's still holding steady at the 90th percentile. 42 pounds and 43 inches tall.
He was so brave, but he clutched onto me when he saw the needle tray. You have to get 4 shots at your 4-year checkup...
For a moment, I felt like he was a baby all over again. I almost cried when he held onto me as if I was the only one who could save him from the tragedy that was a visit to the doctor. But I held strong and explained to him (the best way I could) why it was so important - not even sure I believed what I was saying.
He's grown so much. He's developing into such a big little man. I am so proud of him.
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Poor Baby! I hated that 4 year visit. I still remember it and so does John David! I remember lots of us holding him down and trying to promise him over his screams and cries that we would take him to mcdonalds for ice cream. Poor, poor baby.......Why can't they just make an oral medicine for these things???
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