Poor thing. Poor mama. I just want her well. After a rough night again Sunday night....of little sleep and fussy pants Suzy.....I took her into the Dr. again on Monday. (yesterday)
Why of all places am I taking pictures at the Dr. office this time? Hummmmm....let me see maybe to pass the time since I waited over an hour to see the Dr. Don't get me wrong I was thankful to have an appointment. And thankful I had a camera to pass the time since I had finished all the hors'devours and had also watched all the in-room free movies. Oh, I kid.
But these things need to be seriously considered when building a new office building being used for a Dr. office. And just ask me...I have more ideas for the waiting room.
So after seeing the Dr. the report is in. An ear infection, bronchitis, and a urinary tract infection just for fun. How can someone so little have so much wrong?
But it was a relief to me, to know there were real things wrong with her. To explain all the neediness was a relief. I was exhausted from all the fussing. You know you have a sick one on your hands when you have to take your one year old with you and she has to sit on your lap while using the facilities. Either that or hear all the crying, the pitiful crying. You also know she's sick when you try to butter toast with one hand while holding the needy one in the other arm. And if you have someone under 2 in your home you understand me perfectly at this point, do you not?
But it sure was a nice sound to hear giggling rather than crying.