DOUBLE THE FUN!

If I were to have more children, I would imagine they would have quite a rough row to hoe. I mean, after all, Ryan just EPITOMIZES "third child syndrome". Pictures never taken of him... gets all hand-me-downs and left-over toys... gets shuttled here there & everywhere after the brothers... and he's pretty much screwed if he's ever sick.

Case in point? The child has been sleeping spottily for the last 1-1/2 weeks. Now, granted, a lot of it had to do with him getting his schedule off whack and the last bit of the two year molars popping through, but we (I) seem to have a much greater tolerance for all things snot this time around. Big Boys? Woulda had their little twin butts waiting on the doorstep of the Ped's office when they opened up. Ryan? It's just a little cold.

However, last night, I hit the "magic limit". You know - that intangible timing that happens when it finally clicks for you that YES, you probably DO need to take the child in to the Ped's office... He SCREAMED ALL NIGHT.

I figured I was doomed when Mr. 3:50-alarm-to-get-to-the-airport told me that we'd have to split shifts. I mean, after all, why not opt for quality time with Mommy at midnight instead of in the light of day? What's another sleepless night when so many have passed before? So when Mr.-I-Get-To-Leave-This-Hell-For-Another-Four-Days left at 4:30 am, I had him take the screaming snot tot to his own room and lock the door. He passed out & came down at 7:55 am, went straight to the freezer & asked for a popsicle.

I went straight to the phone and dialed the Ped's office. (With 3 kids, there are certain numbers you just have memorized.) After dialing... and redialing... for 25 minutes, I finally got a ringing answer. Then after I punched through the 5 different options of why I might be calling or need, I waited on line for 7 minutes to get an appointment. It was 8:40 and they had a 9. Do I look like a fool? I grabbed the little monster, ripped off his jammies & slapped some clothes on him and off we went. (Ironically, upon a blind grab into his shelf, I grabbed the t-shirt that best advertised our life today!)

Unlike other times when we get to the doctor's office and he hits that energy vortex and makes me look like I'm an overreactive fool... this time he did act puny. (Good boy!) Verdict? Double ear infection. Snot nose. Sore throat (hmmmm.... I had that one pegged at the popsicle).

DOUBLE THE FUN!!!!

Now we're on an Omnicef & Motrin cocktail. I should have asked her to prescribe a mild sedative so the kid would sleep!