It had been six months since our introduction to Dr. Fancy Pants. We've had several blood draws and result reports since then, but this week was our second time seeing Dr. Fancy Pants for an in-office appointment.
After lots of weight-checks and needle sticks, Charlotte has developed a bit of a dislike for doctor's offices, nurses, scales, white coats, ... pretty much anything to do with the healthcare industry. Of course she also has a healthy case of stranger anxiety, which certainly does not help the situation.
Thankfully, the waiting room had some bright-colored toys and big windows for bird-watching, which created the perfect distraction scenario. As soon as the nurse called for us, Charlotte started clinging to me as if her life depended on it. She cried while being weighed and measured. I hated to see her upset but know that those procedures are not even remotely invasive in the big scheme of things. She weighed 15 pounds 12 ounces, which is a gain of over two pounds in six months. She measured just over 28 inches long.
Our time with Dr. Fancy Pants involved more clinging and crying, which made understanding his accent all that more challenging. I'd catch like every third word and about every sixth word I didn't recognize as English. I did a lot of nodding and pretending to understand, especially when he talked about extrapolating data and statistical analysis ... heck, I was lucky to stay awake through that! He did a thorough examination, asked about sleeping, eating, and pooping (not his word, I am sure), and measured her hands and feet. All of her measurements - although tiny and still no where near a chart - are proportional and maintaining their own (pathetic) growth trajectory. Her growth hormone levels are in the low-normal range, which means we won't have to make the dreaded hormone treatment decision.
Diagnosis is still failure to thrive, which I most definitely hate ... but there are much worse things you can hear from a doctor's mouth. Essentially (and no surprise here), Charlotte is tiny but growing at her own pace.
And, yes, that is a sigh of relief you just heard.
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2 comments:
Have I told you lately that you are a great mom? Charlotte and Natalie are very lucky to have a mom that loves and cares about their growth and development so much. And I hate that Dr. Fancy pants is such a big word dropping turd. Maybe we need to pay him a visit when Aunt Laura is in town.
I just sighed in relief, too. I know it is maddening, but you're right that there are much worse things a doctor could say.
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