Sash finally met her pediatrician this afternoon. As per standard procedure, I was asked who referred the practice. I told the receptionist I Googled them. The doctor, DF, is probably 90 years old so he was very surprised that he can be found on the internet. He asked me how I settled on him specifically. I told him I found his name on a list of pediatricians on the College of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario website, he passed a criminal check and his office is 3 blocks away. As far as I am concerned, he is as good as any other in this socialist system. And I was right. He reassured me that in view of Sasha's maternal genes, she is not likely to be a huge eater. Give her vitamins and make sure she eats at least some meat for iron. She is still in the top 75% for height and so in view of the fact that she has presumably put on some weight since birth, she was given the all clear. He gave her Hepatitis A shots, and she didnt even cry....what a trooper. He asked about Malaria in Malaysia, and I reassured him that we were not about to go traipsing in the jungle. So no Malaria medication for her but she has to see DF again when she is home. My instinct tells me he's one of the good guys.