Tomorrow we have the developmental pediatrician, which is not one of my faves. Besides the fact that it's a long appointment, involving a parent interview, the office is really small, really hot, and really crowded. Maya gets cranky, tries to crawl, I try to grab her with one hand while simultaneously thinking about and answering a million questions, and I'm sweating.
And then at the end, as a reward for my endurance, I get to hear how delayed Maya is in each aspect of development.
Yes! (Fist pump)
Luckily, the doctor is really nice, which makes up for some of the misery.
Maya is psyched, too:
Oh, and guess what?! She climbed onto the couch tonight. All the way up! By herself! She's never come close to that before . . . Dave & I ran across the room cheering like crazy people :)