Wednesday, 6 August 2008

Syon the Lionheart, Pirate's Son

At my sixth week health review, our local doctor listened to my heart and thought he heard it go lub-dub-whoosh,lub-dub-whoosh rather than lub-dub, lub-dub, which, he said was not the best thing it could do. So, yesterday, Mommy, Daddy, Grandad and Grandma took me to see a Baby Heart Doctor (a doctor who checks babies' hearts, not a Cardiologist of my age, you understand). He also had a listen and said he heard a strong lub-dub, lub-dub. He was so pleased with this, he gave me a clean bill of health (I think this must be the crisp pink slip Mommy tucked into my change bag). He said I didn't have to go back to see him (good, 'cos I've slept in a lot of hospital waiting rooms now and this one isn't my favourite). The most interesting part of the day was when Daddy turned up with a patch over his eye after seeing another doctor at the hospital. Mommy said he looked rakish. But I don't think Daddy went to see a doctor at all, after all, I didn't get an eye patch from my doctor, did I?! I think Daddy must have joined a band of buccaneers and I'm raring to go on swashbuckling adventures with him!

2 comments:

Ushasi said...

Baby Heart Doctor??? These doctors get younger and younger everyday. Move over Doogie Howser!

And I'm glad Lionheart and the Pirate Pater had a successful trip to the doctor.

Anonymous said...

Good to see you're doing well Syon! And a nice blog!

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