At the doc: It's all fun and gamesuntil somebody gets their thighs poked
We walked into the doctor's office the other day for Elise's 6-month checkup and commenced with the routine:
Pull off her clothes, let the diaper-clad child try to rip apart the butcher paper on the exam table and then set her on the plastic measuring tray.
The measurement: 28 inches.
A few minutes later her doctor came in. She gave us a new set of those interesting yet somewhat meaningless growth comparison charts. Turns out our child still is comfortably above the curve -- is it possible to be in the 110th percentile? -- for her length. I can only assume we'll see a similar placement after her first IQ test.
Anyway, back to length and height. The doctor cannot properly estimate Elise's adult height until she is about 2 years old.
"But it's safe to say she will not be short," the doc said.
Yes, that's probably a safe prediction.
Everything else checked out just fine. The heart beats, the eyes still move, the ears aren't oozing. She got another slew of immunizations -- three to the thighs, one in oral liquid form -- and Anni and I each got poked for a flu immunization. (In the arms, not the thighs. That'd be odd.)
When we put Elise in her car seat at the end of the appointment, we were reminded of her length. At 28 inches, and with toes dangling over the edge of the seat, she is an inch short of requiring the next "child safety and travel restraint system," which she'll grow out of sooner than we expect.
And that's definitely a safe prediction.
1 comment:
Was there ever a doubt that this child would be short? OK, Anni is about as tall as I am but I think tall is the dominant gene? I mean, I look like a genetic mutation standing next to your family! By the way, she is adorable and I so do enjoy your updates!
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