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Doctor's visit went well, purely from a "No, he doesn't have the flu, yes, the rash is just more eczema, and you're doing everything you can do" standpoint.
From every other standpoint...
Mark was a little goon. The nurse had to hold him in his arms on the scale, write down their combined weight, then pass Mark off to me and weigh himself to subtract his weight and get an approximation of Mark's. The forehead thermometer caused screaming. Waiting for the doctor entailed removing his hands or mouth from things several times a minute. The exam by the doctor involved more screaming, also struggling. Jack was no better. In fact, Thing One and Thing Two tag-teamed me. One would start up as soon as the other got marginally quiet.
Then we had to wait at the hospital pharmacy. Both of them wanted loose from the stroller. Neither demand could be granted. Mark tears around like a little whirlwind at times like this. And it's hard to corral him and push the stroller while holding Jack-jack. So they stayed put in the stroller. And bitched. A lot.
Moderate whining ensued at WalMart, but I ignored it. We needed diapers and soy milk too badly.
Home again, no better. Jack, after a bottle which improved his mood not a whit, was put in the playpen for a nap. Mark, after lunch, snubbing most of his drink, and flinging his fruit on the floor after eating the rest of his lunch, has been thrown in his room for 'quiet' time. He's currently kicking at the door.
I'm starting laundry and eating lunch. Maybe hiding in my room with that copy of Around the Equator I've barely been able to touch.
From every other standpoint...
Mark was a little goon. The nurse had to hold him in his arms on the scale, write down their combined weight, then pass Mark off to me and weigh himself to subtract his weight and get an approximation of Mark's. The forehead thermometer caused screaming. Waiting for the doctor entailed removing his hands or mouth from things several times a minute. The exam by the doctor involved more screaming, also struggling. Jack was no better. In fact, Thing One and Thing Two tag-teamed me. One would start up as soon as the other got marginally quiet.
Then we had to wait at the hospital pharmacy. Both of them wanted loose from the stroller. Neither demand could be granted. Mark tears around like a little whirlwind at times like this. And it's hard to corral him and push the stroller while holding Jack-jack. So they stayed put in the stroller. And bitched. A lot.
Moderate whining ensued at WalMart, but I ignored it. We needed diapers and soy milk too badly.
Home again, no better. Jack, after a bottle which improved his mood not a whit, was put in the playpen for a nap. Mark, after lunch, snubbing most of his drink, and flinging his fruit on the floor after eating the rest of his lunch, has been thrown in his room for 'quiet' time. He's currently kicking at the door.
I'm starting laundry and eating lunch. Maybe hiding in my room with that copy of Around the Equator I've barely been able to touch.
