I got an appointment for 1pm which meant I had to practically do a gavage feeding on Faith as soon as she got off the preschool bus so we could make it on time. Even with the rushing around, we barely made it and the drive seemed to take forever, especially when I was trying to do the mental calculations of "Do I have enough gas to get there because I do NOT have time to stop?". Spoiler: barely.
Once we got there, we were called back almost immediately and I got Faith all set up with her coloring supplies in the examination room and assured her that the doctor wouldn't touch her and we were only here for Cordelia. As I passed by the mirror in the examination room, I noticed a giant...grease (?) spot on my shirt...right over my left boob.
Even now that I'm home, I still have no idea what happened. It's like one side of my bra was full of mineral oil. It looks like I lactated grease and I was out in public like that.
Anyway, the doctor examined Cordelia (who weighs 23lbs, holy crap baby) and laughed and little before she told me "There is nothing wrong with her. Her lungs sound clear and her ears look perfect."
Then why isn't she sleeping? Per the doctor: "She's at the right age to try to push the boundaries with sleep training."
So I drove all that way to be told that my baby has the sniffles and maybe I should try Motrin instead of Tylenol and implement Mothering Level: Ignore at night. At least I got them both flu shots as long as we were there. I'm glad I'm really fostering trust with Faith, but in my defense she never really believed me when I told her "You're not getting a shot today!" I wonder why?
I had to run my car on fumes to the Wawa across the street from the hospital and since I reset the odometer thingy when I fill up, I was able to see exactly how many miles away this "OMG so far" doctor's office really is from my house. The answer: 41 miles.
That's right, the "far away" doctor's office isn't even as many miles away as my race distance in 2 weeks. That's some perspective and something to file under "My hobby is insane and I'm probably going to die in the woods."
Are you ever mad about being healthy? I'm not going to lie, I really wanted the baby to have an ear infection so we could just get medicine and she could go back to sleeping most of the night. I'm also mad if I go to the doctor for myself and they don't find anything deathly wrong with me because then it feels like I wasted my time.