I was able to get W in to see a doctor at the practice that (thankfully) was just mentioned to me this weekend as a place to check out for his wellness exams. It was hard to put up with the hour-long busy signal of the practice in the morning, but when I got through I was very relieved that they could see us the same day – especially since W was a new patient. The doctor was quiet and nice. He looked like the guy that was always served a fly in his soup by Grover. The diagnosis is an ear infection and Monday evening W had his first ever taste of “pink” antibiotics.
This morning was the first non fever wake in three days. (Still above normal, but not a fever is great!) I decided to call him out sick from school today so that I could let him have as much rest today as possible.
Mom came home from work sick around noon yesterday and is still home sick today. I’m pretty sure I am at the end of a cold – but sheesh! Living in a germ factory is just the pits.
Random question for you: Anyone else ever have the hardest time getting groceries bagged for them when they bring their own bags to the store? Just me?
Another random question: W’s birthday is tomorrow. If I make his cake today (a lemon pudding cake with whipped topping as the “frosting”) – I should refrigerate it, right?
Speaking of W’s birthday I have zero plans for it. Other than making the cake. Part of me feels like a crap Mom for not planning something but then I think, eh. He had an amazing first birthday that some wonderful friends arranged for him. So it’s not a big deal that I’m not making a big deal, right? I think I’m just having day before anxiety. Which is silly because there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.
I kind of think that I don’t really know what a typical kid’s birthday experience is supposed to be. My birthday is the day before Christmas and that just makes for a very different vibe. Due to the proximity of the holiday my birthday had its own Christmas morning feel to it. I think I want to do that for W.
But I don’t have to do that tomorrow. At age 2. (telling myself this. You guys are just having to put up with my silly ramblings…)
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