The Bug's 6 month well baby was yesterday. We went to a different pediatrician this time. He was in the same practice but not our normal ped. who we LOVE. This is mostly, okay ALL, my fault because her doctor fills up appt-wise pretty fast and I pretty much jacked around and didn't schedule her in time. Oops.
The Bug is now a whopping 16 lbs 14 oz and the nurse mismeasured her at 25 1/4 inches (she's longer than that). Healthy and hitting all her developmental milestones - even got the comment that they've never seen a baby at her age sit up on their own so well. Of course, it's because she's all sorts of brilliant and awesome.
The Dr. opened up with conversation asking if there was anything we needed to talk about. We bring up the fact that she won't nap and panics whenever either of us leave the room. We said we've tried crying it out but she won't give in and nap and looks SUPER panicky whenever we go in and check on her. After all our description, he said she has an extreme case of separation anxiety and that you don't normally see it in children her age. He also said he has no solution and that she'll likely outgrow it.
So, until Bug gets over this and actually naps, we are officially stuck at home in the evenings and on the weekends. I am not going to force my overtired and loudly cranky child on the unsuspecting public. It's the hermit life for us for now - if we don't all go crazy from the cabin fever first.
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