So they finally arrived - Kyle's teeth.
Yesterday morning, we woke up late (as usual) and as I was getting ready for work, I heard Mark yell from the other room, "They're in!"
"What are in?" I yell back from across the house, wondering what in the world has him yelling like that at 8 a.m. and who the heck was in where?
"Kyle's teeth! They're in!" he yells again.
At this point, I must go see. I have been talking to these teeth for over a month now, begging and pleading with them to appear, if they are in, I have to see.
"Sure enough" I say with pure amazement.
I guess the average parent who has been through the teething thing might think we were crazy getting excited over such a silly thing, but let me tell you, this is BIG news in our house!
So the crabbiness is finally going to end...
or is it?
"Today is Tuesday, isn't it?" I ask.
"I do believe so" Mark answers.
"Crud."
"Why?"
"Today is Kyle's doctor's appointment with our new doctor... he's getting caught up on his shots." I inform Mark.
"How many?" he asks.
"I think maybe 4" I respond.
"Have fun!" he says with a laugh, knowing good and well he will be making that trip with me.
A few hours later, I was home from work and we were headed to the doctor's office. I was a little nervous about the whole thing. See, we actually found one of those family doctors you just wouldn't want to trade for the world, so the fact that we had to give him up just broke my heart. But I reminded myself that MAYBE this doctor would be o.k. too and that I should just keep an open mind.
After checking in, a very friendly nurse came to greet us. I guess I don't really recall her name, but she seemed nice enough. We got things started and then it was time to meet our new doctor.
He knocked on the door first.
"Come in" Jacob yells.
"Why thank you little man" he says with a smile.
O.k. so he seems o.k. First impressions are important you know.
After the normal check-up, he lets us know that because Kyle had fallen behind a little bit on his shots, he would be getting 5, NOT 4, but 5 shots tonight.
"Wow" I said.
"I guess we should just get them done" Mark says.
Easy for him to say, he doesn't have to hold him down while the nurse gives them to him.
"O.k." I agree.
In comes the nurse.
Let the crying begin.
5 shots later, we are on our way home.
Kyle?
He cried a lot, but fell asleep on the way home.
I guess it would be just my luck that he finally gets his teeth so the crabbiness can stop and then the shots begin so the crabbiness can continue for a day or two.
The doctor?
I guess he was o.k. but I had this terrible feeling the entire time we were there. It was almost as if we were cheating on our favorite family doctor. I guess in time, I will get over it. But in the meantime, we sure are going to miss him.
"Mama," Jacob asks on the way home, "Now we go to see Dr. Lewis?"
"No baby," I sigh, "Not tonight."
"I miss him" he says.
"Me too."
