three shots for my big girl.
a finger prick for her and her brother.
the inhumanity of being taken to the exam room with no dinosaur border on the wall. (the boy was not pleased.)
the need for my big girl to pee into a cup.
my big girl's inability to pee into a cup the first time she tried.
my boy's ability to pee on me when I didn't realize he was trying to pee into the cup, which isn't necessary until he's a couple years older.
my big girl's ability to pee in the cup after I forced her to chug the juice in my bag. (why, yes, I did have college flashbacks. Chug!Chug!Chug!)
my failure as a mom when I accidentally poured part of my daughter's urine specimen on her.
my conversation with our new pediatrician in which we realized we were friends from college. (and during which she might have decided her choice for med school was better than my choices, given that both I and my firstborn were wearing urine.)
all this occurring while holding my littlest one. who has a cold.
(yes, you can feel free to laugh. I would probably chuckle at you if this had been your day.)
|oh, how I love them! even after days like today.|