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A visit to the Y leads to a trip to the doctor

Willow, Cherish and I have joined the local YMCA.
The membership will be good for all three of us:
  • It gives Willow a place to go to play with other kids and to burn off energy that I just don't have the energy to help her burn.
  • It gives me a place (and the time) to go to get my daily workouts in. Believe it or not, it's hard to get in my runs while being a stay-at-home dad. The bigger payoff, though, is I get a little time to myself.
  • It gives Cherish a place to go on the weekends to get away from the "Crazy, Stupid Husband."
  • It gives us, as a family, a place to go swimming all year.
To be honest, the biggest benefit is Cherish and I have a place to go to get a break from parenting. No liars here.
But we also like that Willow has a place to go play away from Mommy and Daddy. She gets a chance to be with other kids off all ages.
But there are problems with that too.
On our trip to the Y on Monday, a girl not much older bit Willow on the hand. The bite left a nasty black and blue bruise for most of the day and one penetration wound.
Willow's doctor didn't think the bite required much attention (just soap and water and a careful eye), but she decided to move next month's 18-month checkup up to today. Willow could get her last tetanus shot, get her hand checked out and get next month's appointment out of the way.
The bite wound looked fine, the doctor said.
Here are other highlights from the doctor's visit:
  • Willow was in the 90 percentile or higher in height, weight and head size.
  • She weighed 26 pounds, 2 ounces.
  • She measured 33.5 inches tall.
  • Her head was 18.5 inches around.
  • She took her tetanus shot with very little crying, though she gave the nurse a long and menacing look.
  • Willow passed her autism test. No signs of autism.
  • The doctor was generally pleased with Willow's health and progress.

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