15 month checkup

I tiptoe into your room to wake you up 30 minutes into your delicious post lunch nap. We have a doctor's appointment. I stroke your back, you're cuddly and warm, a teddy bear in Joe Fresh pants and socks. As I pick you up, you cling to me, sleepy. Barely stirring.

It's not until the nurse in full covid gear enters our assigned clinic room that you put it all together, and start to cry. Your face turns beet red and you resist being measured or weighed, and you definitely wish to decline the smallpox vaccine needle, thanks much. Then a second nurse enters and you cry even louder and bat her flashlight away (eye exam). I was impressed - you stated how you wish to be treated. You've always stood up for yourself; as a fullterm fetus you shifted positions as I lay on my side, legs stacked, telling me in no uncertain terms to move already, you're scrunched!

Finally we get through the exam but you continue weeping until the nurse has left. Your trust in the medical community is at an all-time low. Toys to the rescue!