Oliver had quite a week this week. Casting on Monday... circumcision on Wednesday. Poor guy. I know circumcision isn't a bad thing, but I sure felt bad about having it done. In what is becoming the norm, we waited forever at the hospital on Wednesday. The whole process took five hours. Honestly, if I had held a bris instead of having it done at the hospital, we could have had the circumcision, a really good food spread, and a couple of drinks in the time it took for the hospital to handle this 20-minute procedure. Oy.
Casting on Monday also took quite a while, and we found out that he will probably need surgery to start to correct his feet. The doctor had us schedule surgery for November pre-emptively; he may not need it, but it was better to get on the schedule. This would be a "release" surgery, where they cut the tendons in his feet to get them to turn the way that they are supposed to go. If his feet loosen up and start to turn on their own in the meantime, then we can cancel for November. It would be really great to avoid surgery.
And because 2 doctor appointments in one week are never enough, I had to take Mr. Man to the pediatrician yesterday because I thought he had a fever. Of course when we got there he was measuring a perfect 98.0, which means no fever. Of course that is a good thing, but I felt like stupid mom. Part of the problem is that I refuse to take any one's temperature rectally. I just can't do it -- I feel like it's an invasion of personal space (do babies have personal space?) But I feel especially bad for poor Oliver, because his little bum is so red. So I took it under his armpit, which may have given me an "off" reading. But the doctor was really nice and assured me that even a suspected temp in Oliver is a big deal, because it could mean a kidney infection. I brought Mac to the doctor with us, which was a big mistake. She just yelled "NO" the whole time until the doctor had to get one of the nurses to take her out to the nurses' station for stickers. I have no idea what she was protesting, but she was very adamant about her "NO." The doctor assured me that this is normal sibling rivalry, which seems to be a recurring theme in our household lately. She did mention it would pass, but unfortunately she couldn't be specific about when. But in the end, I was able to leave that visit with my baby, toddler, and most of my dignity in tact.
To Life!
