Today we snuck in an afternoon visit to the pediatrician, since Alex had a bit of a cough and he spiked a small (100.3) fever at day care yesterday. The nurse asked me if he was pulling up yet. Is he pulling up yet?!?!? Pulling up is sooooo 5 months ago, I thought to myself. I bragged about his walking, and I could tell she thought I was embellishing. Then I put him down to show her. At first he wouldn't even stand -- Mr. Protester's Sag just was fighting me all the way, and she kind of knowingly smirked. But then he finally did it, and walked right out the door and half way down the hall before I finally retrieved him. And then I inwardly laughed as she metaphorically scraped her chin off the floor and exclaimed "Wow! He's more steady on his feet than most 15 month olds we see!" Just call me Puff-Mommy (as in, puffy chested with pride).
He had a little fluid on his ear, but nothing worth treating. Most likely a virus/cold, as well as a touch of pink-eye for which we obtained antibiotic ointment. I snuck him on the scale, and he unofficially (fully clothed) was 20 pounds, 8 ounces. He's been a little off, but still basically just a happy, happy guy. Thank you to the powers that be!
I haven't wanted to jinx it, so I never mentioned before now that Alex's first year has been happily illness-free. I am so proud that we made it a full 11 months without having to do a single sick baby visit. And even this "sick baby" visit wasn't all that sick; the visit was just a precaution because of the fever.
I like to think that it's a combination of good genes, good luck, good diet, and good mama's milk. I can personally take credit for two and a half of those factors.