Cooper at 18 months (+ 12 days, I’m always late on these)
We visited our pediatrician twice last week, and we get to go again tomorrow - good thing we adore him?
For two days I was monitoring Cooper’s fever, but when it spiked on the third morning to 104.3 it was time to hit the early morning emergency hours (jammies & gym shoes on both of us, lovey for Coop - the fever scared me out of embarrassment over our collective appearance). Also, can you believe the size of my child’s feet?! He was diagnosed with roseola, and just as the Dr assured us, his fever broke that night, was followed by a full body rash and horrific crankiness for a couple days, and then all was right in the world again.
Back again 2 days later, mid-rash, for his well visit, and my “little” guy is already 26.5lbs and 34” tall, something like the 95%ile! He’s physically well and his hemangioma (which you can see clearly in the bottom R photo) is already shrinking and fading. The Dr. estimates that it will disappear completely by the time he’s 6-8 yrs old. Developmentally, he’s doing great. It’s hard to stop myself from comparing him to his brother who had over 100 words at 18 months and could string together simple sentences - Cooper just isn’t there and while he adds new words, he clings to the same 10 in his day to day communication. I think it’s frustrating for all of us. On the flip side, he’s more physically advanced than Will was and has some pretty impressive fine and gross motor skills.
A gentle giant, Cooper is extremely sensitive. When he’s reprimanded, you can tell that his feelings are hurt more than that he’s angry, but he gets over it quickly (totally his father’s son). In one moment he exhibits a fierce independence and in the next he requires more hugs, kisses, and snuggles than any child I know. Cooper loves being tickled, taking baths with his brother, “reading” in his little chair, pointing out his body parts to you, and running like a mad man at the park.
I love you, Mr. Cooper. Kiss kiss.