Roman had his 15 month check in at the doctor last week. Roman has gained weight and inches that now put him into the 20-50th growth percentile depending on the chart. When he arrived he was in the 5th percentile and it is common for internationally adopted children to stay in this range so I am thrilled with his progress.
We have seen several doctors since he’s been home so I was prepared for all the measuring and inspection but I was unprepared for the needles. I am a serious wuss when it comes to having them myself so I wasn’t sure how I would react to people in white coats pointing sharp objects at my son. There were no white coats but they still had needles and asked me to hold his arms while they gave him a a shot in each thigh. My first instinct was to take Roman and run but my mama instinct told me that this was in his best interest. He needed to catch up on the needles he missed while at the orphanage and this was the time to do it. I put my arms around him and they did the shots. He screamed, it hurt, I hurt. A few minutes later the tears had dried and he was back to flirting with the doctor. My brave little boy, far braver then his mama amazed and inspired me once again. On the way out I made an appointment for me for a far overdue physical.