Are We Done Yet?

This past month has been...well, overkill on the medical front.  It started with my regular prenatal appointment.  A few days later, I took Little Man in for a high fever.  Then, a few days after that, I had my 6 month checkup with my asthma and allergy specialist.  I thought 3 times in a week was a lot.  Little did I know that we were just getting started.

The week after that, I had my ultrasound (yay!) followed shortly thereafter by a 6 month checkup with Princess's asthma and allergy specialist.  Another week and Little Man had his 2 year well-child checkup.  Our general practitioner found a heart murmur and decided to refer him to a pediatrician who had more experience with heart murmurs.  The pediatrician did an EKG and x-ray (which Little Man was NOT happy about especially since I wasn't allowed in the room with him) and referred Little Man to a pediatric cardiologist.  Although the heart murmur was a little different than what most kids with heart murmurs have and usually grow out of, the cardiologist determined that it was nothing to be concerned about and that he too, will outgrow it in due time.

Between the three checkups for Little Man and his sweet little heart, I had another prenatal appointment and a middle-of-the-night 911 call for a severe asthma attack.

Let's review:
In the past 31 days, the three of us (thankfully, Hubby has done his part and stayed healthy) have tallyed up nine doctor visits and one 911 call.  Yup.  I think we're ready to be done for a while.

While visiting the "big city" for all these doctor visits, I did manage to squeeze in some shopping.  And by squeeze, I mean all-day shopping trips.

Here's a cute onesie I found for Little Man.  Being a musical family, I pretty much swoon over any children's clothing that is music-related.        

Carters Boys Newborn-9 Months Brown Guitar Bodysuit

 Being a huge Oreo fan, I snatched these up as soon as I saw them.  They didn't disappoint!

100th Birthday Golden Oreo Fudge Cremes With Confetti Birthday Cake Creme - 2/11.3oz Pks

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You Can't Dodge the Bullet Forever...or Very Long At All Apparently

My niece and nephew seem to get pinkeye on a regular basis. It probably has to do with their mom running a home daycare. You know how kids are...they hate sharing unless it's a germ. I've been very thankful that at the age of 17 months, Princess had dodged the bullet thus far. However, this morning when I got her up and laid her on the changing table to change her diaper, I realized that we've been shot. She'd been sharing toys with her two cousins all weekend and on Monday, they both came down with pinkeye. It took exactly 2 days for it to hit Princess.

As soon as I wiped most of the goop of Princess's eye, I called my sister-in-law to find out what to do about pinkeye. She recommended a few easy steps--take Princess to the doctor to get a prescription, wash all of her bedding, disinfect her 732 toys, wash my hands frequently, don't touch my face, be very careful because it's highly contagious, and keep her away from other people for at least 24 hours, especially her kids as she didn't want them reinfected. Yeah. That sounds easy. I managed to get Princess an apointment at one pm with her pediatrician and called my boss to say that I wouldn't be making it in to work this morning. Then I called my sister, the one who babysits Princess while I'm working, and as soon as the word "pinkeye" slipped out of my mouth, she told me she'd see me in a few days and hung up.

After washing my hands 27 times this morning, it was finally time to go to the doctor. We checked in at the desk and hunkered down in the empty waiting room. Princess stood on a chair to watch the traffic go by outside since I wouldn't let her touch any toys in the waiting room (I didn't want to be the mom responsible for the pinkeye breakout of 2009). At one point, she looked at me, said "Uh oh!" and then I heard a squirting noise that sounded suspiciously like diarrhea. Oh joy. The receptionist behind the desk politely tried to ignore the disgusting sounds of my daughter filling her diaper with you know what and I tried to pretend I didn't know the cute kid sitting next to me with the pink bow in her hair and the pungent smell emanating from her backside.

Once the nurse called Princess's name and we were in the exam room, I quickly tried to change the diaper before it spilled out the sides requiring me to get creative with Princess's outfit since I hadn't brought a spare (Mom Mistake #4 "We won't be gone long, she doesn't need extra clothes.") Red in the face, I inquired as to the proper way to dispose of the diaper since it would smell up the exam room if I threw it away in there. The nurse very nicely wrapped it up in about 13 layers of paper from the exam table and whisked it away.

The doctor made a brief but memorable appearance and diagnosed Princess with pinkeye before leaving to call in a prescription for eye ointment. I was kind of hoping for eye drops, but the doctor said it would be easier to use the ointment since the eye drops sting. I'm a bit, okay extremely, squeamish about the idea of sticking my finger in my kid's eye to apply ointment, but being a mom, I took a deep breath and did it anyways for the greater good. Or whatever you want to call it.

Unsolicited Advice:
To apply eye drops in a child's eye, ask the child (or tell them since asking implies they have a choice) to lay down and close their eyes like they're sleeping. When their eyes are closed, drop the medicine in the inside corner of their eyes, tell them to open up, and voila! Eye drops are done.