it was totally embarrassing sitting in the waiting room with his hacking cough and bright red eyes. fortunately, i had finally managed to train him this morning to cough into his sleeve and he did this just like a little gentleman.
seeing him sitting on that examination table looking all small and cute in his new, blue, argyle sweater made me feel like he was my tiny boy again. like he was before violet came along. he started crying when dr kennedy tried to find puppies in his ears and she peeked at his throat while he continued to cry. we had to sit for awhile waiting for two nurses to show back up and swab his throat. he sat on the lap of one while the other committed the deed. i felt so shitty. i really hate that whole strep swabbing business.
negative for strep, so it's another adenovirus. i get to use the drops leftover from last march in his eyes.
i drove him to the starbucks to get him a celebratory box of apple juice. he started to tear up when i said the drops were just like putting little raindrops in his eyes. i think it's time for more pain reliever. he's whimpering after coughing again.
i'm so going to come down with all of this. and then, so will violet. inevitable. i can walk around here with my hands in a tub of soapy water hanging from my neck and it will not matter. i can already feel it.
how do people get a single thing done with a toddler and an infant hanging around? how?