Hospital.
Today Daan went to the pediatrician -- which is a specialist here so you have to go to the hospital to see one. I walked through the door and the doctor said, "Oh, well, the mother explains a lot". He had to measure me, I am exactly a meter and a half.
After looking at Daan for a while in various ways he said that the formula they use to decide if a child should be checked for being too small is an average of the parents' heights, but that his experience is that children tend to take after one or the other. His general impression is that Daan is just small.
However, this did not stop him from ordering a blood test, a urine test, and a bone age scan. Each of which is in a different place in the hospital so we have had quite a journey today. Daan didn't cry at all when they drew his blood, and they took a lot -- it was 5 tubes of blood. But you know now they do it all with the one needle. Once the needle was in he just sat there and sang "Jingle Bells".
However, poor little Daan couldn't manage to pee. He did try, he was little Mr. Cooperative today, but no go. So having had a quick flashback to my own youth, I asked for the sample jar, bought him a Coke, then took him to have the bone age scan -- which is really just an x ray of hs hand.
Thereafter the Coke did its work and we took care of that little chore.
We go back in six weeks to see if there is anything interesting. The doc says the only real possibility left is that his levels of growth hormone are too low, which is what all the blood work was about. He said with most of the other disorders that cause a child to be too small you usually see other health problems. And Daan is as healthy a child as ever was born.
Well, when he isn't drinking nail polish remover I mean.
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Paul mentioned when Douwe called the other day that Daan is on a real "Jingle Bells" kick...that he sings it at least 70 times a day. Which could get really, really old. Can't you teach him another song so you don't all go crazy listening to the same song over and over and over and over and.....
He knows other songs. He just likes to drive everybody crazy. He enjoys it when everybody tries to get him to sing something else.
However, the nurses at the hospital may have cured him of it. They had three (3!) in the room when they took his blood (I assume to hold him down in the event of meltdown). So Daan was in hog heaven with three ladies there just to entertain him. They couldn't have gotten him out of there with a crowbar.
In any event when he started singing, they all broke into song with him. He was stunned into silence.
I dunno how long it will last but he hasn't sung it since.
Oh, and by the way, I think we have Huckle Cat and Lowly Worm to thank for his cooperativeness. As long as Huckle Cat did it on the part of the Big Book about "huckle cat goes to the doctor" he didn't peep. He kept saying "the doctor listened to Huckle Cat's heart" and so on.
And Huckle got a shot, which is close enough to a blood draw if you are 4. Thank you, Mr. SCarry, wherever you are.
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