We took the children for well child visits to our new St. Louis pediatrician today. It was a LONG visit, as we expected, because they needed a full history on both children (new patients) and some developmental assessments before doing full physicals on both children. The doodles behaved very well indeed, bringing their Daddy book after book to read while Mama answered question after question.
When the time came for the developmental assessment, the nurse asked me a series of questions about the mackerdoodle’s abilities, and the cheesedoodle’s abilities (and did not care one bit that he has no words) and then asked the mackerdoodle to come over and answer some questions.
“These are only emerging skills,” she assured me. “Don’t be concerned if she can’t do all of these skills.”
She drew two lines on her paper and asked the mackerdoodle which was longer. I wasn’t surprised when my daughter picked it out the longer line. When she handed the mackerdoodle a pen and asked her to “draw your mommy,” I caught the nurse’s eye and shook my head. The mackerdoodle doesn’t draw shapes, she’s still in the scribble stage. Unaware of my skepticism, the mackerdoodle stepped forward, grasping the pen with authority, and drew a large circle with two firm dots from the tip of the pen and a circle under the dots. She then sat back and looked at it appraisingly before carefully, and deliberately, drawing a ragged semi circle under the center circle. Her first face EVER, and it’s in a pediatric assessment file. The nurse was pleased, and went on to the next step. She drew a simple cross and asked the mackerdoodle to copy it. Mackerdoodle eyed it for a minute, and then drew a clear (albeit lopsided) cross.
Jonathan and I were slightly dumbfounded. Clearly her skills had exceeded our expectations.
Both children were given a clean bill of health, the only issues even raised were some waxy cheesedoodle ears (I’ve been given permission to clean them with a little peroxide) and some prescription drops for the mackerdoodle’s eye sties. After the physicals came the expected 18 month vaccinations for the cheesedoodle.
Jonathan and I braced ourselves. The cheesedoodle can really kick up a fuss (literally) when he’s unhappy about something, and shots have always made him unhappy. The nurse asked Jonathan to hold him tightly while she did the injections. Jonathan really stepped into it, fearing the cheesedoodle’s reaction; but the cheesedoodle had his own surprise in store for us. He sat quietly on the table, and watched the nurse do each injection.
After the third shot, the mackerdoodle looked at me suspiciously, “Why is he not cryin’? They really shotting him?” They were really “shotting” him, but I guess he figured if his sister could draw a face, he could take four shots without a tear.
So it was a morning of pleasant surprises all told. What more could a mama want from a pediatric check?