i hate well baby visits. not that i prefer sick baby visits. i just hate any visit to the dr. where pain is purposely inflicted onto my children...which let's face it...well or sick ...is pretty much every time you go to the dr.
today was parker's 6month well baby check. i knew going into it what it was going to be. worse for me than for him. something about pinning your writhing little bundle of joy to a cold exam table as some young male nurse who has no children comes at him like a mad scientist with 5 needles. yes, i said 5. we got the flu shot too. which i don't normally do. never have. brooklyn & hudson nor mark and i have ever voluntarily gotten the flu shot. however, i opted for it this year considering i now have 2 children in the germ invested public school system.
parker doesn't react well to his immunizations. he is cranky and runs a temp a full 24 hours afterwards each and every time he gets them. something else that is new to me because neither of the other two ever had problems with them. so i loaded him up w/ tylonal beforehand and schlepped him off for his baby torture bright and early this a.m.
he cried the entire 4 miles back home which somehow seemed like i had driven from san antonio to el paso with 8 hungry children, no dvd player and no air conditioning. by the time we got home his eyes were swollen and his face was blotchy and when i sat down to rock him to sleep he just laid his little head on my shoulder and suckd his thumb. at this point i had convinced myself that i'd just take my chances on him contracting polio, the measles and the chicken pox because my heart couldn't take this anymore. and then he slept.
and has been sleeping since...going on 3 hours. (he's still breathing...i keep checking)
poor little dude.
so while he was napping i ran out to barnes & noble to pick up a book and when i got home brooklyn was wearing my brand new cardigan i bought from j.crew. and here's the kicker...it fit her. yes, today is laundry day and my sweet, sweet, sweet, dear, amazing housekeeper had washed it....and dried it. and now, it fits my 6 year old. so, i smiled and choked back my tears and said it was ok because, well, it is...and it's partially my fault because i put it in with all the washable clothes not thinking to tell her otherwise.
so today...i hate baby drs. and dryers. they are evil and should be banished for all eternity.....
until next time.