Today I took Carter back into see the pediatrician. We're on day 6 of him being sick and turns out it wasn't a wasted trip... you know you get to the office and all of a sudden your child acts like nothing is wrong... turns out his "just a cold" has turned into bronchitis.
So we headed to the pharmacy for what feels like the 100th trip in the past three months to pick up his baby z-pack of antibiotics. I'm hoping he'll start to feel better soon and for this mommy's sake that we'll be able to get back to the gym soon. Eating nachos and coke and not going to the gym is doing nothing to help these birthing hips of mine.
While at the office this morning Carter was a signing fool, which in the long run was very fortunate for me and kept him from screaming at me, which if I felt as bad as he does I might have. As we were sitting in the room waiting for Dr. Clark to come in... we waited for over an hour today thanks to this virus hitting the entire suburb community... Carter ransacked the room and took every book out of the basket and stacked them on the chairs. Fine. We read two. Then I picked up a magazine, there is only so much I can handle of the happy puppy and the speckled frogs with suspenders, as I turn the page in the magazine Carter grabs the magazine from me, signs "all done" and puts it away. He then gets another book, Dr. Seuss something and climbs on my lap and signs "more." It's good that my toddler knows what he wants and can express his thoughts to me... too bad for me in this circumstance because I was really interested in what I was reading.