Jake went to see the doctor today. He's had a wet cough for quite a while so we wanted to get it checked out. As soon as the doctor entered the room, he said, "I hope it's not another coin." This was precisely our fear. The first coin (at 5 months) was the most painful time of our short lives together. He had to be anesthetized; in order to do so, they searched with a needle for his vein while we were out of the room. It was hell. When we saw him he looked absolutely exhausted. The next day when we took off the band-aid we saw that they poked him at least 5 times. We cried so much. It was no surprise then that, ironically, all in the room today were hoping that he was really sick. Needless to say, he ordered am x-ray, so it was off to the hospital.
The first time Jake had an x-ray, he had to use the baby x-ray holding device, what I called a torture device. Today they gave us the choice to hold him while they did the x-ray. The technician said, "So you're going to pass on the torture device?" Yep, everyone thinks that contraption is torture for the kiddies. Holding him worked so much better.
It came back good in the sense that there were no foreign bodies, but the doc said he most likely has a bad cold. He prescribed anti-biotics and were were off. Mom is sick too, taking drowsiness-inducing medicine, so she slept early. Jake was very calm all day, but when he got home, he was pretty nuts. Even until 5 mins before bed he was laughing and playing with me. When I put him down at 8 though, he slept really, really well. He knows the routine now.
Song of the Day: X-Ray Spex: Germ Free Adolescents
