A trip to the doctor's office and grocery store!
So our little dude has a fungus. I knew it wasn't a diaper rash, so I took him today to my favorite place: the doctor's office. He impressed all, as usual, and smiled as a thing was poked in his ear, and sat patiently as his finger was squeezed for a while. Then he got to sit on the bed and play with the paper covering it. When the doctor finally came, Mamma was given the third degree about her decision not to immunize (yet?), and the doc gave his diagnosis. Then, before the doc left, he asked, "Was he breastfed?" "Yes," I replied, "he is breastfed." And the doc explained that it always seemed to be that the breastfed babies were the most content and secure. He said that even if Regin was afraid of him, he was okay, and that there seemed to be a kind of maturity to breastfed babies. I guess that makes up a little for the third degree.
After the doctor's office, we went to the grocery store to pick up his first prescription, and got to sit in the seat of the cart for the very first time. Wahoo!
No comments:
Post a Comment