E began life almost 9 years ago right about at the 50th percentile for length and weight. She had dropped to the 20th percentile last summer and I didn't want to ask where she is now, but it's less than that. E is officially small and I'm reminded (and not in a good way) of one of the characters in Hotel New Hampshire, Lilly was it?
Poor E. She goes in for a visit where nothing is supposed to happen and they draw blood for tests. Because now they want to know why E is small. It's not going to be easy to get her to go to the doctor's next time. Last time it was an unscheduled shot for chicken pox, this time it was blood. But she was the most amazing trooper. For the first time, she listened to us explain the procedure and didn't freak out when it actually happened to her. Instead of irrational screams and struggles, she only needed her arm held still (second attempt) and kept saying "ok" in a small voice. She even managed to answer questions. It never touched me, hurt me, half so much when she screamed as those quiet "ok"s did.