Yep, I took the little guy in for his 15 month visit today, and, after enduring his standard doctor's office freak-out, came home with some fun numbers!
My little guy weighed in at 21 lbs. 8 oz. (10th percentile) and was 29 1/2 in. tall (slightly below 10th percentile). He's in the same percentile as last time, a good sign! All of his developmental milestones look great . . . all except . . . that talking thing. I told the doc that he knows 8 signs (and just learned a new one this morning), responds to commands, and does the "point and grunt" like a pro, but has yet to say any real words consistently. I was sure she would be concerned, but she wasn't. (That'll teach me to get my developmental info. from books and websites.)
She did recommend that I "get the ball rolling" on a hearing test and contact with the developmental assessment people, not because it's particularly urgent, but because they're so slow. She said that often, kids will start talking while the family is waiting for the therapist to visit (which would be fine with me). She made it sound so normal, so regular, to call a speech therapist. I was expecting to be embarrassed or to feel like a failure, somehow. But she was so matter-of-fact about the whole thing that I didn't even have the chance.
I have to admit, my heart skipped a beat when she went to give him the infamous "MMR" vaccine, but I kept reminding myself, "Vaccines don't cause autism. Vaccines don't cause autism. There's more mercury in his tuna sandwich than in this vaccine." Isn't it funny how you can know all the facts and be perfectly convinced of a complete lack of danger, yet when the moment comes for them to do something to your child, suddenly it's terrifying?
But, we both made it through, and now my little man has two fun, red, crayon-shaped bandages on his legs, his own little badge of courage for being 15 months old.