Last week, Little Monkey had his three month (ended up being almost four because he had been sick) check up with the genetics office. The genetics office is that one that tracks his progress in regards to his PKU.
He had a very good report. The dotor is quite happy with Little Monkey’s progress. He is quite satisfied, as Little Monkey is acting like a normal little kid and is doing great on his skills. Little Monkey weighed in at a whooping 27lbs and was just a half-inch shy of being three feet tall!
The dietician was also happy with Little Monkey. He is no longer holding food in his mouth and is doing better with drinking his juice. She was not happy that we still haven’t gotten our order of Little Monkey’s formula in from the state pharmacy. Thankfully she had some extra cans on hand and was able to give us two more. Hopefully that will hold us over until the order gets here. (Although I’m kinda not betting on it.)
When it was time for Little Monkey to have his blood drawn, at first he was okay when he saw the nurse and they chatted. When it was time to get up on the table though he was not so sure. He grabbed on tight to me. I said to him, “Didn’t you tell Mimi that you were going to be strong today and do a good job?” And said, “No.” (Except that he really did tell her that.) When I put him on the table though, he put his arm out like he was a pro at this (and well he should be with as many times as he’s had it done). He did a good job, although he did tear up and cry a little bit when they pricked him, but can you really blame him. After he finished he got a special band-aid to put over the regular one they give him. He was very happy with it and showed it off to everyone.
When we got back to the car, I was getting him settled in his carseat and he said, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” And proceeded to repeat it three times. It was very cute.