A Winter, er Spring Wonderland
In other news,
· I have water. YES!! I would like to tell you that I personally bested the water authority, but it turns out the whole thing was caused by my upstairs neighbor who had a “pipe problem”. Anyway, the Pipe problem was dealt with yesterday afternoon in time to give me water for a hot shower (hallelujah!) before bedtime.
· I’m still sick. Everyone Kazakh who talks to me tells me I need to go to the pharmacy and get some medicine. I’m starting to get the feeling it is not acceptable to walk about sounding stuffy. When I tell them I have medicine but I take it at night only, because it makes me sleepy, they shake their heads in wonder (or maybe disgust).
and Andy Brookes arrived yesterday and today we shared a trip to the
hospital. Afterwards, we went out
for the world’s longest lunch, I think perhaps setting a new world
record. Except for
And now to the main event: the visit today can be summed up by Annabelle’s very clear message “Ye gods, what does it take to get through to you.”
When I walked in Annabelle was already pretty fussy. A caregiver walked in right after me and made motions that she thought it was time for a diaper change. Okay, I’m down with that. But as I was setting my bag down the caregiver open up Annabelle’s sleeper, took a look at the diaper and said “it’s okay, she’s dry” (with hand gestures of course) and buttoned her back up.
for the first hour we went through the usual drills, but Annabelle was unhappy and crying the whole time. I’d get her to smile for a millisecond and then her little Margaret eyes would well up again. Well, I couldn’t figure it out. I kept checking her diaper and it felt dry. Then her bottle came and she was almost too unhappy to even take the bottle. I was sure that I had gotten her sick from yesterday. After her bottle, I went to change her outfit and decided that I would change her diaper anyway, even though it was dry. Well, guess what people, it was not dry. Poor little Annabelle had had a very wet bottom for quite some time. It’s just that my basic physics had failed me. For I had been checking the front of her diaper. But when a baby is lying on her back, well, the pee goes backwards. Basic rule of gravity. Oh, poor little girl. And she had terrible diaper rash too, making me wonder how long she had been lying in that diaper.
Since the caregiver had made the same mistake, I realized that Saturdays at the hospital, it’s definitely the B team on duty. And combine a B Team staff with the C Team mother and the poor girl was destined for a miserable day.
Anyway, the very minute I wiped her behind dry and changed her diaper she became the same sunny, happy Annabelle I’m used to. Except for what I think was a brief withering glance in my direction that so clearly said “Can I pick somebody else for my mother?”
She got hiccups after her bottle. You can see on the movie: Day 11_files\Hiccups Video.MOV
Well, back to the couch and my Nyquil.