When we were waiting for the doctor yesterday, Ewan and I made all sorts of trouble in the exam room. We spun in circles on the doctors chair, crawled around exploring every nook and cranny, sang songs, laughed laughs. Even though there wasn’t a toy in sight, and we waited about 20 minutes, it wasn’t a problem. Ewan and I made our own fun.

We had so much fun that when the doctor came in to check him out, the first thing she said to me was, “You know that that isn’t a sick child, right?!”

“I know, I know,” I told her, “but I haven’t slept well in weeks and, well, I just wanted you to check him out. To be sure.”

She did. She looked in his ears, they were clean as a whistle. And then she looked in his mouth.

Not more than two minutes after she walked in she checked two little boxes on the billing form that said “Teething” and “Sleep Disturbance” and sent me on my way, wishing me luck.

And I think I might need it. It seems like it has been weeks, months since I’ve really slept well, but then again, looking through the blog archives here, it seems that it was only a few weeks ago that this all really started. My how sleeplessness seems to make time go so.very.slowly.

In addition to teething, we seem to be in the midst of a major growth spurt as well. Since his last well child appointment, on December 3rd, he has gone from being 17lb. 10oz. to 19lb. 4oz. Growth like that, at this stage in the game, is almost unheard of. That’s nearly 5.5oz. each week, while the average is generally 1.75 – 2.75oz. Maybe he will end up having my figure after all.