Apparently kids have to go to the doctor every year, who knew? Shortly after Dylan's third birthday I got to thinking that he should probably go to the doctor for a yearly check up. We hadn't gotten a call from the doctor asking us to schedule an appointment, and the last time we were there, when Dylan had the tip of a q-tip stuck in his ear, the doctor didn't mention anything about a yearly check up. But then I remembered reading on another blog about someone else's kids yearly check up so I called an made Dylan an appointment.
Today was the first day they could get him in for his check up.
He really doesn't have a fear of doctors or going to the doctor. He really doesn't go very often. In fact, before we were at the doctors to get the q-tip out if his ear it had been FOREVER since we had been there. Which I know, is awesome, even the doctor commented that Dylan hadn't been in since his last check up. Apparently breast feeding and putting golf tees into your mouth does pay off! Who knew?
So this morning on our way out the door I told Dylan we were headed to the doctor before he went to school. He was all, "I don't want to go" which is generally his standard response unless the going somewhere is to the golf course, park or other outside activity. But he got in the car as usual and I turned on The Incredibles for him and were on our way.
We had a short wait at the doctor's office and I to fill out the usual form to gauge how Dylan is progressing (BTW, all "yes" answers!"). He can name his colors, animals and jump over the the clip board and a myriad of random other things on the questionnaire I had to fill out.
After we were called back to the exam room we waited for the nurse for a few minutes and I told Dylan that he would get weighed, measured to see how tall he is and the doctor would look in his mouth, eyes and ears, just like in one of his favorite books, Elmo Goes to the Doctor. Dylan was not super impressed by my descriptions of what was coming up and preferred to climb up the ladder to the examing table 100 times. However, when the nurse came in he was all business, he took his shoes off and walked in the hall to get measured (38.5" 60th percentile) and weighed (a whopping 33 lbs. 10 oz also 60th percentile). Then we walked down the hall to have his eyes checked. The nurse told us that it's rather difficult to really tell if he has any vision problems yet, but they would do the test anyway. The pictures were of a house, apple, and umbrella. Dylan did pretty good although he wasn't sure what the apple was, and in all honesty, it was a black and white outline that was not very impressive. He kept calling in a heart. He did ok on the vision test, they wrote down 20/70 for his left eye and 20/50 for his right eye. Let's hope that next year's test is better and that Dylan got Dave's eyes and not mine.
Dylan did great during the exam by the doctor, he opened his mouth and said ahhh, let the doctor look in his ears, eyes and nose and feel his belly. He also got the flu mist and his last hepatitis shot. I think he had one tear from the shot. He wasn't scared at all before the shot, but of course when he got stuck with the needle he got a little upset. Luckily it was quick and the nurse gave him a lolly pop which cheered him up right way.
Let's hope we aren't back at the doctor until his 4 year check up!