Clara gets Zoe out of her stroller and strips her down to her diaper before placing her on the examination table.
Zoe is nothing but smiles as she looks at the doctor which makes me feel a little better.
Dr. Wyatt places his stethoscope in his ears and presses the other end to my baby’s chest.
My heart beats a bit faster. “The news of her heart murmur is a concern.”
Dr. Wyatt nods sympathetically. “It sounds scary, but I can assure you that Zoe is perfectly healthy.”
“And is this something that will follow her through life?”
“Not necessarily. These things tend to resolve as the child grows.”
“And in terms of her growth, how is she doing?”
Clara chuckles under her breath, and I frown.
“What’s so funny?”
“You’re asking a lot of questions.”
“I want to be informed.”
“I know, and it’s adorable.” Clara grins up at me, and I roll my eyes.
I’ve been described as many things in my life, and adorable certainly isn’t one of them.
“She’s in the eightieth percentile for her weight and height.”
“Is that good?”
“It’s very good.”
“And is she hitting all of the relevant milestones? I’m aware that babies develop differently, but should we be concerned that she’s not crawling yet?”
Clara seems to bristle. “She’s trying to move. She’s started to push herself up onto her knees.”
Dr. Wyatt nods. “That’s great progress.”
“And Clara has started her on some solids, but should we?—”
Clara places her hand on my arm. “You need to relax.”
“I am relaxed.”
Clara raises her eyebrows at me, and I roll my eyes.
“Fine, I’ll stop talking.”
She chuckles softly, and my lips twitch at the sound.
A few minutes later, the doctor seems to be finished with all his checks. “I’m happy with Zoe’s progress, so I’ll book you in for another appointment in six months’ time.”
Clara smiles. “That’s great, thank you so much.”
His gaze turns to me. “And if you have any questions or concerns, don’t hesitate to give me a call.”
Zoe is alreadyasleep in her stroller by the time we exit the pediatrician’s office, which apparently is not a good thing.