Asthma? Not so fast! & Other Stuff

Vin had his regular 9 month checkup yesterday and so we got to chat with his regular pediatrician regarding the entire asthma diagnosis we were giving by another pediatrician in the same practice, and she said she feels it's too early to diagnose him with asthma that she would rather wait and see. We were very relieved to hear this. Just because he's had two viral infections with asthmatic type symptoms doesn't necessarily = asthmatic kid. So our instructions for now are to give him breathing treatments as needed (like when he starts wheezing or coughing a lot). Other than that it's wait and see.

He weighed in at 18lbs 15 oz and was 28.5 inches long. Nice work kiddo.

Apparently we have to start being a little harder on the guy about independent play since he's not making huge strides towards hitting some milestones (for example: being able to pull himself up on on things or moving around on his own). And while the doctor wasn't concerned right now she did mention that if he doesn't start making progress in these areas in the next three months he may need physical therapy. While this sounds serious let me tell you why Ja and I aren't concerned yet: 1) we are realizing that Vin has developed a way of getting the toys he wants and for moving around - he does this by yelling at us to do it for him. And until yesterday we generally complied with his demands not wanting to be neglectful parents and all. 2) so we believe he has the physical ability to do these things but not the motivation. We think it's more a matter of personality vs. ability and that's where we come in.

Here is a great example: Last night at dinner Jason broke up pieces of bread and then put them on Vin's highchair tray. Vin kept waiting with an open mouth for Jason to feed him and he became pretty darn angry when Jason didn't comply. In fact, every time Jason put a piece of bread on his tray Vin picked it up (expertly, might I add), looked at Jason and then dropped it on the floor. When Jason still didn't give in he threw a whining and screaming tantrum. So we just went back to eating our dinner. After a few minutes he stopped yelling, looked down at his tray, picked up a piece of bread and stuffed it in his mouth. After successfully feeding himself a few pieces of bread he was all smiles. This sums up our new struggle with the kiddo.