Breanna has her one year check-up tomorrow at the doctor’s office. Obviously, it’s a little late but it couldn’t really be helped. I thought she could also see a nurse like most of the other appointments, but for some reason they only book you with a doctor for the one year. In order to get an appointment with our actual doctor, I would have needed to book it at least three months ahead of time. I called at the beginning of November and he wasn’t available at all and I couldn’t see my favorite nurse either.

At first she managed to get me in with one of the other doctors for last Monday. It’s a team family clinic, so you can easily be switched from one doctor or nurse to another if the need arises, so it was no big deal. Unfortunately, both kids came down with the Plague cold that weekend and I canceled the appointment because there was no way I was taking two kids who were already leaking bodily fluids into a doctor’s office; they don’t have separate waiting rooms for well vs sick visits so I didn’t want them making anyone else sick and I also didn’t want them to get something worse from having weakened immune systems and being around other germs.

Of course, it doesn’t help that there has been a major outbreak of a gastro virus at several Montreal hospitals lately. Joy. If either of them touches anything, I may freak right out.

I’m not looking forward to the check-up. I do want to know how much she weighs and how she’s doing, and I look forward to sharing all the milestones she’s met and the things that she does. However, tomorrow is the MMR vaccination and I remember that one well. The after-effects are not fun. We’ll have the Infant Motrin lined up and waiting for her but it still sucks.

The other reason I’m not thrilled is because when we had to re-schedule, we got shoved in at 1:30 which is just a bad time*. She often goes down for a nap around 1:30 or 2 and I’m worried that she’ll be cranky and overtired. I’m hoping that she’ll get up early enough that she can take a short nap at least in the morning before we leave. Then maybe she’ll fall asleep in the car on the way home. You never realize how much effort it is to schedule things around your kid’s naps before they get here.

Either way, it will be good to have confirmation that – as we already know – she’s doing just fine. And hey, the bonus of the wonky time is that there won’t be any traffic on the way there and we should (hopefully) be done early enough to avoid traffic on the way home.

(*secretly, I’m also bummed that I’ll miss my soap opera but I can’t complain about it because it will help perpetuate the rumor that stay at home moms eat bonbons and watch soaps all day.)