I don't like to tout my own heroics, but yesterday I, all by my lonesome, took 3 kids to the doctor while suffering from a debilitating sinus infection, and there were no casualties. The girls were each due for shots, and Trevor was along for the ride since school was closed for the holiday. I was hoping he'd be a bit more help than he was, but sitting there like a bump on a log playing his DS was better than the alternatives of him chasing Vic around the doctor's office or proposing a million hypotetical situations to which I'm supposed to respond as if there were a possibility of them actually occurring, which is our normal daily routine.
I have to say, the kids must have known how terrible I felt because despite the torrential down pour, which would have normally sent them into cabin fever frenzy, they kept calm and quiet, and entertained themselves with tv and toys. This could have been due to the fact that the least little infraction was met with a stern growl, so for their own sake, they remained out of my way and got along famously. Even the baby must have known. She took a 3 hour nap in the morning, so I was able to relax for a bit on one of my precious few days off from work.
We rushed to the doctor at 2:25 for our 2:30 appointment only to sit in the waiting room for 45 minutes once we got there. Vic had her finger pricked, and Sophie, her toe. Eyes and ears were checked, and everything looked pretty good. Then, it was time for shots. I had prepared Victoria for shots by explaining that they would feel like bee stings. Well, I didn't realize Nurse Sadistica would be on duty that day, and I felt the mother bear in me rise up as she jabbed Victoria twice in the thigh and Sophie once. I was too sick at that moment to wage a war, but the bruises they're sporting today make me regret not turning the needle on her.
Aside from the shots, I found out that Vic needs her eyes checked for further evaluation, which would explain her need to sit inside the television. Also, she's finally slowing down according to the growth charts, now at a mere 30% for height and weight. Given every woman's stature in my family, this was expected. Sophie Grace was right on average for height and weight, which shocked me, given her chunky butt and Size 18 month clothing. She's 19.3 lbs, and she feels every bit of it when I'm toting her around. 2 hours, 3 band-aids, and a few tears later, we were finally able to leave to enjoy the rest of our day off.
