The week continued to decline as Elliott had his first Doctor’s examination. He performed very well, the development was on track for a child of his age (actually about 5 weeks since he was born at 37 weeks) His walking instinct was strong, though that could have been the rush to get away from the doctor. And the rest of the examination showed he was healthy.
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- This was not pleasant, I will remember you.
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- Help, he’s showing my bum to the world, you can’t trust the medical profession their gowns split in the back.
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- Why are you lifting me? Don’t you dare do that reflex action test crap
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- Get your finger out of my mouth, it doesn’t feel anything like a nipple, what do you think i am just born?
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- Who said you could sit down, I kill you
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- That’s cold and what are you doing, I know my rights
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- Ooohh shiny light, want it.
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- Who’s this berk? What’s a Doc-Tor? Why does he need me naked?
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- Why are you undressing me mummy?
