Last year, just after her birthday,
the endocrinologist told Ivy that in shoes she was 100cm
but the girl was unimpressed.
She came home, stomped around for a while and then said;
‘If it’s in shoes, it doesn’t count’.
Indeed, when she saw the paed and he measured her up as 99.6 cm
she wasn’t surprised
I guess she was right.
Unless it was a true hundred it meant very little to her
just before we escaped into a weekend of leave from the hospital
our favourite boy-nurse measured her up again
where she obtained the ‘officially official shoeless‘ height off 100.5cm.
Cheers and high fives aside
the girl was very pleased with herself
and as promised we partied;
with balloons and bubbles
and a metre of cake
because that’s a lot of growth in a year
and because that hundred centimetres was a long time coming
and because some things should be celebrated
that’s as good an excuse as any to have cake.